Chicken

I'll be a chicken.

I'll "bock bock" and "cock-a-doodle-doo" all my days on the farm.

I'll live each day clucking about.

I'll cluck on my way to the slaughter house.

Cluck cluck, what is going on?

And I will cluck no more and I will be used.

I will be food.

For you and only you.

Cock-a-doodle-doo.