The Chicken Run

I am a crazy chicken,
My gullet full of millet;
The heaving breast
Inside my chest
Is destined to be fillet.

I'm banging on my drumsticks;
My battery is powered.
On wonky legs,
As eggs is eggs
I'm sure I'll be devoured.

The cows are telling porkies
To save their precious hide -
But I am nuts
Inside my guts.
No buts: I'm swivel-eyed.

I'm squawk no easy picking.
Though squabble beef be bad,
I will not make
A sub for steak -
I'm chook-chook barking mad.

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From Tony Blair reminds me of a budgie

The government admitted the possibility of BSE-infected beef affecting humans. Beef was off the menu everywhere.