To a chicken on the range
(His nose is like a beak).
She cackles that he brooded strange
And asks him not to speak
About the way he entered life
(It was a family strain)
And caused a lot of pent-up strife
To raise a young bird-brain.
Later, when Neil flew the coop
And grew into a man,
His wife was privy to the scoop
And gathered his whole clan.
She questioned them about the day
They claim that he was hatched.
They didn't have a lot to say,
And no one's story matched.
Now his family says they checked
And think his wife is sick.
They also say he is henpecked
But was the cutest chick.
So on his birthday every year
They sing his favorite song:
"Happy Bird-Day" brings a tear
That lasts the whole day long.
You, too, have a sacred date
Decreed by more than luck.
So be sure to celebrate
With a cheerful cluck.
