**VERSE 1** He wakes up every morning to the sound of tiny feet, A little feathered heartbeat dancing down the concrete. She hops up on his shoulder like she owns the whole damn town, And he swears the sun shines brighter when she’s struttin’ around. **CHORUS** Oh, he’s in love with his chicken, Yeah, that’s the truth he’s pickin’. Feathers flying, hearts are sticking — Life’s a whole lot better with a bird worth kicking. Oh, he’s in love with his chicken, Never thought he’d be this smitten. Laugh if you want, but he’s not quittin’ — Love’s a funny thing, and she’s finger‑lickin’. **VERSE 2** She follows him to work and sits beside him on the porch, Pecks a rhythm on his boot like she’s striking up a torch. Neighbors shake their heads but he just gives a little grin, Says, “You don’t choose the love you get — it chooses you, my friend.” **CHORUS** Oh, he’s in love with his chicken, Yeah, that’s the truth he’s pickin’. Feathers flying, hearts are sticking — Life’s a whole lot better with a bird worth kicking. Oh, he’s in love with his chicken, Never thought he’d be this smitten. Laugh if you want, but he’s not quittin’ — Love’s a funny thing, and she’s finger‑lickin’. **BRIDGE** Maybe it’s strange, maybe it’s wild, But every soul’s a little bit styled. And if his heart found wings in a coop, Who are we to call it a goof? **FINAL CHORUS** Oh, he’s in love with his chicken, Yeah, that’s the truth he’s pickin’. Feathers flying, hearts are sticking — Love’s a weird old world, but he’s still grinning.
