My Snacks Bring All The Chickens to the Yard

(Verse 1) Yo, it's Food Guy, back with a peck, In a chicken yard, where the feathers wreck, With a bucket full of snacks, I'm rollin', Chickens cluckin', roosters crowin', let the fun begin! (Verse 2) He got worms and grits, corn and seed, For my feathered friends, they're in need, They're squawkin' and scratchin', can't you hear? 'Cause Food Guy's here, with a yard full of cheer! (Chorus) Bawk-bawk, cock-a-doodle-doo, The chickens dance, they know it's true, They're lovin' every bite, every treat, As Food Guy feeds, the yard can't admit defeat! (no defeat!) (Verse 3) Now some roosters, they think they're tough, Struttin' around, like they're enough, But when Food Guy rolls up, they step aside, 'Cause they know, it's time to chow not get fried!! (Not Fried!) (Verse 4) He got crickets and mealworms, by the ton, For Ya'll hungry hens, under that sun, They all cluckin' and cluckin', can't you hear? 'Cause Food Guy's here, with a yard full of cheer! (Chorus) Bawk-bawk, cock-a-doodle-doo, The chickens dance, they know it's true, They're lovin' every bite, every treat, As Food Guy feeds, the yard can't admit defeat! (Outro) So here's to the chickens, big and small, And the roosters too, standin' tall, With Food Guy around, Life's not hard, 'Cause he got them' snacks,that bring the Chickens to the yard!