6 a.m.
Fritz the farmer lets out the hens
Into the yard
A new day's about to start
It is hard work
Fritzes back already hurts
When the hour reaches 8 p.m.
End of the day
The chickens are all over the place
And Fritz he thinks
How could I get the chicks back in?
It's always the same
Every single evening
That's when he uses to say...
I wish I was a powerful chickmagnet
I'd just step into the barn
If I was such a powerful chickmagnet
They'd just fly into my arms
Fritzes life
Had always been bothered by this strife
As a kid
He used to turn into chicken shit
When his mother said
C'mon, Fritzie, take the chicks to bed
Then he just wanted to cry
When he was a teen
He always had that scary dream
Of a billion hens
He had to put behind a fence
And every night
He woke up screaming and terrified
And he whispered to himself...
So he signed up for university
Studied biological nano-technology
He developed a magnet theory
For extended feather gravity
And he was... and he was like...
I constructed a powerful chickmagnet
I just step into the barn
I constructed a powerful chickmagnet
Now they fly into my arms