Warning: Contains rather graphic grossness.
Hope you enjoy!
Sometimes I feel like I have no heart
As I shred, cut, and rip apart
An innocent hen
Faced with her own eggs
And the size of her scrawny legs
Ate them to make herself fat
Then she was beheaded and that was that
So, as I squelch my way through her innards
And my thoughts turn inwards
I am glad that she didn't scarf
Scraps or slime or else I might barf
The knife saws away at the rubber
Then it slides into the blubber
Here my sister gets quite nauseous
Well, its justified, the hen was gaseous
I insert my hand, it is a bit snug
Then with one very little tug
And with a hissing popping sound
Some extra stink all around
A long stringy worm comes out
It's the intestines, hope they don't spout
Then comes the gizzard
For cooking food it is a wizard
The rocks inside work to grind
Then I sneak my hand farther up to find
The heart of the bird
Oops, it decided to turd
I scrape out the lungs and the kidneys
Mom uses them to make tasty gravys
Then out come my hands and I move
Too the neck where I cut a shallow groove
Out comes the bumpy hollow tube
It looks like a vacuum hose with a cube
On the end, it's the voice box
That's how the chickens talks
And then out comes the craw
Be very careful, it's the law
For the craw could be busted
And then you'd be toasted.
Because it is filled with gross things
Not something for sauce on barbecued wings.
And then the esophagus
It goes into the sarcophagus,
A five-gallon pail
Not at all fancy, not a grail
And then the hen is washed,
Before it is tossed,
Into the plastic Ziplock,
Put in the freezer it hardens to rock.
Then one nice bright day,
Mom decides to pay,
The freezer a visit for meat.
And then then up she will cook up the tastiest treat,
Some soup or some stew or some curry!
Oh, dinner is ready, let's hurry!