[Verse] You wake up in the mornin', headin' out to the coop, The smell hits ya hard, like a big ol' chicken soup. You shovel out the straw, and there's a rainbow on the ground, From brown to green to white, them chickens sure ain't proud. [Chorus] If it's green, don't ya worry, it’s a sign they're eatin' good, Yellow's kinda normal, don't ya worry like ya would. Brown is just another day, ain't got no tale to tell, But if it's bloody red, you best ring that vet's bell. [Verse 2] Now some folks think it's silly, talkin' poop and poultry squawks, But out here in the country, it's the language of our flocks. Feathers flyin', chickens dyin', it ain't no joke or game, Their dookie tells the story of how they live and claim. [Chorus] If it's green, don't ya worry, it’s a sign they're eatin' good, Yellow's kinda normal, don't ya worry like ya would. Brown is just another day, ain't got no tale to tell, But if it's bloody red, you best ring that vet's bell. [Bridge] Now we laugh and we labor, it’s the farming way of life, But don’t ignore those colors, they cut through like a knife. Listen to that barnyard symphony, violins and banjos sing, The dookie tells a story, it's more than just a fling. [Verse 3] So next time that you're ponderin', 'bout the yellow and the green, Remember it's the chickens shoutin', "Hey! We’re on the scene!" A palette of experiences, from roost to dusty run, Our clucky little artists, their masterpiece begun.
