a cheeky chicken i have invited here for tea
a cheeky chicken is what i want to be
but i don't want to be eaten
by you or by me
i want to live on a farmyard
to lay eggs and to be free
you can eat my eggs for breakfast
or if theres someone coming for their tea
but don't eat me for dinner
on this coming sunday
or i will never be a cheeky chicken
and thats what i want to be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem