Revamped, overhauled, grassy version:
Some RTs cut and pasted to boot, some stuff re-done, something old, new and live
A while back it started life as 'Organic is the Way',
but that name smelled a wee bit like overuse of cow-dung maybe. F

PD I'll add a clip without embedded lyrics later ...

Chicken Farmer
(first published as 'Organic is the Way ') © Artspurg 2016 SABAM

Once a chicken farmer, came home from sunday church
For a while he rested, seated on his porch
A mind full of religion, he saw the clouds up high
Then he had a vision: chickens in the sky
- chickens in the sky – oh me oh my – chickens in the sky

Eyes were red and fiery, and beaks were black as coal
Flesh and feathers burned away, the devil took a toll
Vengeance was their goal, they're coming for his soul
No mercy nor compassion; it's time to rock and roll
- Time to rock and roll, vengeance was their goal, time to rock and roll

In a hail of rotten eggs, and a stench that takes the day
Claws dig in for flesh and bone, his fate was to be prey
Freaked and full of fear, he tried to get away
But there was no shelter, and it was too late to pray
- Just too late to pray, his fate was to be prey, it was too late to pray

Down in chicken hell, they put him on a spit
Roasted him quite well, above the fiery pit
Served him hot and crispy, with butter, beans and fries
"I must change my business", he came to realize
- He came to realize, boy he's getting wise, he came to realize

And then when he woke up, with a shirt all soaked in sweat
Became a vegetarian, with a soul full of regret
Free-range for the chickens, the rooster cries hurray
As when it comes to farming: organic is the way
- Organic is the way, the rooster cries hurray, organic is the way
- He came to realize, oh boy he's getting wise, organic is the way