One, two, a-one-two-three-four! Little chicken, little chicken, little chicken, cluck-cluck-woop woop wooop! Alright, everybody! Get your bibs on and your fingers ready! We’re plucking till the cows come home— little chicken, dance around the room—A-one, a-two, a-one-two-three-POOF! Well, I’m standing in the kitchen and the clock is ticking fast Got a pile of feathered friends and I’m hoping they’re the last! My boss is in the driveway, yeah, he’s running a bit late So I’m standing here a-working at a truly frantic rate! Little chicken run, run, run, down the hall, so much fun. Blanket trailing on the floor, little chicken run some more—cluck-cluck-cluuuuck! I am not the pheasant plucker, I’m the pheasant plucker’s mate And I’m only plucking pheasants 'cause the pheasant plucker’s late! Little chicken, cluck-cluck-woop woop wooop, woop woop wooop, cluck-cluck-cluck! I’m a pleasant pheasant plucker, plucking pheasants in the sun And I’ll be plucking pleasant pheasants till the pheasant plucking’s done! Little chicken, cluck-cluck-woop woop wooop, dance around the room—Yodel-ay-hee-hoo! Now, don’t you get it twisted, no, don’t let your tongue get stuck There’s a very specific science to the way you gotta pluck! I’m not the pheasant plucker’s son, nor the pheasant plucker’s sire I’m just plucking pleasant pheasants by the pleasant plucking fire! Little chicken clap, clap, clap, clap your wings, tap-tap-tap. Smiling face and shiny eyes, little chicken full of surprise—cluck-cluck-hee-hee! I am not the pheasant plucker, I’m the pheasant plucker’s mate And I’m only plucking pheasants 'cause the pheasant plucker’s late! Little chicken, cluck-cluck-woop woop wooop, clap around the room—(Honk!) Look out! Feathers everywhere! They’re in my ears! They’re in my nose! A frantic pheasant plucker found a pheasant in a pen He plucked that pleasant pheasant then he started in again! The plumage is a-flying and it’s fast and it is free There ain’t a pheasant plucker half as pleasant-looking as me! Little chicken spin, spin, spin, round and round with a bright big grin. Blanket twirling like a ring, little chicken loves to spin—cluuuuuck-whoooa! Run, run, run—little chicken go! cluck-cluck! Clap, clap, clap—wings in a row! clap-cluck-clap! Spin, spin, spin—don’t fall down, little chicken dance around—cluck-cluck-wheee! I am not the pheasant plucker, I’m the pheasant plucker’s mate Little chicken, cluck-cluck-woop woop wooop! And I’m only plucking pheasants 'cause the pheasant plucker’s late woop woop wooop, cluck-cluck-cluck! I’m a pleasant pheasant plucker, plucking pheasants in the sun Little chicken, dance around the room! And I’ll be plucking pleasant pheasants till the pheasant plucking’s done— little chicken, cluck-cluck-woop woop wooop—Yodel-ay-hee-hoo! Yeah, until the plucking’s done! Little chicken, happy little tune! Just a-plucking in the sun—woop woop wooop, cluck-cluck-cluck! I think I need a lozenge. Hey! Cluuuuuck-woop woop wooop!
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