Chicken Chase

I bring the bowl of morning scratch

And call your names across the patch

But off you scatter,

feathery blur

As if my warmth was a danger,

sir

(cluck,

cluck, cluck)

Oh, why do you run from a friendly hand?

You

fuzzy dynamos of the land We only want to

hold you

near

But you bolt away in frantic

fear

Your side-eye glance is sharp and cold

Your tiny dinosaur hearts are bold

I reach to stroke a copper wing

And off you sprint,

a chaotic thing

But when the evening shadows fall

And you're tucked in safety,

one and all

I see your quiet,

peaceful grace

And love you in your roosting place

Oh, why do you run from a friendly hand?

You fuzzy dynamos of the land We only want to

hold you

near

But you bolt away

in frantic

fear

Run along then, little friends

Until the morning comes again (cluck,

cluck)