Molten Vole

Chickens in a conga line
Dancing onwards to the divine

Perfection
Its beauty pilfers my affection
Flavours powders
Appease for hours
Don't you ever take away my

Chicken Shop
Because it's all I got
Back off the Chicken Shop
Or else my heart will stop

Clucking with unearthly bliss
Marching to the fragrant palace

I can't hide
The splendour of juicy licking inside
Plum seasoning
My life's beginning
If you ever try to take my

Chicken Shop
The pain will never stop
Back off the Chicken Shop
Or else my clogs will pop

I will take you
Far away to
A distant land
Where chickens hold hands