Chicken farm

I'm the farmer of a chicken farm
I feel the need to save them from harm
I want to expunge the chicks of their angst
The angst of the chick that slips from its ranks
One chicken likes to scratch its behind
A beak up it's bum and it will grind.

This funny chicken it's name is Greta
It leaps about it, seems un well
Nothing I've tried will make it betta
Potions and creams that make her skin swell.

I asked chicken doctor to come to my house
When he spoke, he sounded like Faust.

Greta What is inside of you?
Greta did you hear what the doctor said?
Greta What the hell is Wrong with You
Are you the chick that lll lay the golden egg?

Doctor explained the chick's distress.
Greta, said he, she must not rest.
Lazing about is doing her in
She's got a clot, it's made of tin.
That explains the beak up her bum.
It's medical, it is not fun.

Greta, that's what's inside of you.
Greta, that's what doctor said.
Greta, that's what is wrong with you.
You're not the chick that'll lay the golden egg.