Quand j'serai grande, j'ferai des histoires pour enfants pas naïfs.
Once upon a time in good old Kentucky,
There was a little chick who always wanted to be free.
He lived in a big farm, with thousands of others,
And kept saying to all his sisters and brothers :
“When I become a big chicken, I’m out of here!
No matter what you say, I don't feel the fear!”
Until the day arrived when he became big enough.
“Hurray!” He though, “Today is the day I’ll pack my stuff!”
In fact, that was just the day when Pat’ the farmer sold his poultries
To a big American company of the food industry.
Our big chicken was taken far away
And cut into pieces that same day.
In a plate, next to French fries he ended,
For sure it wasn’t the escape he expected.
Little chick wanted to be free as a bird,
He ended fried as a nugget.
Yes, it’s kind of absurd,
And don’t be upset,
Because that’s what I heard :
“In life you really don’t know what you can get!”
Once upon a time in good old Kentucky,
There was a little chick who always wanted to be free.
He lived in a big farm, with thousands of others,
And kept saying to all his sisters and brothers :
“When I become a big chicken, I’m out of here!
No matter what you say, I don't feel the fear!”
Until the day arrived when he became big enough.
“Hurray!” He though, “Today is the day I’ll pack my stuff!”
In fact, that was just the day when Pat’ the farmer sold his poultries
To a big American company of the food industry.
Our big chicken was taken far away
And cut into pieces that same day.
In a plate, next to French fries he ended,
For sure it wasn’t the escape he expected.
Little chick wanted to be free as a bird,
He ended fried as a nugget.
Yes, it’s kind of absurd,
And don’t be upset,
Because that’s what I heard :
“In life you really don’t know what you can get!”
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