There are so many good songs about chickens, but my favorite is Mississippi John Hurt's... Chicken:
C is the way we begin. H to make the letter hen. I am the way. C when the seasons are grey. K is to fill him in. E I'm near the end.
C-H-I-C-K-E-N
That's the way to spell chicken
How many chickens does the landlord eat?
How many chickens does the landlord need?
How many children does the landlord feed?
Can’t be more than two or three
So why can’t the landlord leave any chickens for me?
How many cows does the landlord want?
How many cows does he already got?
What’s he gonna do with the whole damn lot?
What’s he gonna do when they tramp on his seeds?
So why can’t the landlord leave any cows for me?
Why can’t the landlord leave any cows for me?
Oh me, oh mum
He’ll get his when it comes
He’ll get his when it comes
How many pigs does the landlord take?
How many pigs does the landlord bake?
What’s he gonna do when they get trapped in the mud?
What’s he gonna do when they fight and they fuss?
Why’s can’t the landlord leave any pigs for us?
Why can’t the landlord leave any cows for me?
Why can’t the landlord leave any chickens for me?
From Turkey Doolin at the Ya’ll Zig, released July 12, 2019
Music and lyrics by Benjamin Adair Murphy ASCAP (464341364). Published by Watery Grave
Guitar and vocals - Benjamin Adair Murphy
Bass and guitars - Yuval Ziegler
Recorded by Yuval Ziegler