What have my chickens done now?
She took a mouse out of a pouch
And made me put it in my mouth
We call out her name
And beg for a shaming
She made me spit and shake and scream
She made me make myself unclean
She calls out my name
But I'm not to blame but
Maybe my chickens know how
I don't know why she told on me
I'm sick and sad and eighty three
I knew when I named her
The devil had claimed her
It must be my chickens somehow
They accused my daughter and
Scratched her on the face and hand
They bite their tongues and bear their teeth
Then they scratch me til I bleed
As long as she remains
We will keep her in pain
I know her chickens are foul
I know I'm not to blame
But I'm tired of the bloodstains
I have to find a way out
Under stress I did confess
Just to make them stop, I guess
What can my chickens do now?
We knew if named her
God would not claim her
My pain was in vain
For they were all against me
Around her neck they tied a noose
And they killed her family too
Only her chickens know now

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