C-H-I-C-K-E-N - Mississippi John Hurt

Oh, Chicken, Chicken, you can’t roost too high for me.

Chicken, Chicken,

come on outta' that tree

Chicken, Chicken, Chicken, You can’t roost too high for me

C is the way we begin

H to make the letter hen

I am the way

C when the seasons are grey

K is to fill him in

E I’m near the end

That’s the way to spell chicken