Chickpeas, chickpeas, who would’ve guessed
If left alone in a chickpea nest,
Will hatch tiny chicks who will climb out
Poke through with a cute beak, that birdy snout.
I wanted falafel, but what I got instead,
A throng of chicks, 500 head.
Now I’m a poultry farmer by trade,
Not of my volition, but Destiny’s aid.
If you don’t have a garden, I’ll tell you this,
Don’t hatch chickpeas, it’s a feathery abyss.