Chicken stew

Chicken Stew, chicken stew
Mix it up, make it pew
Kneel down and give the offering
Like a priest for the proffering
Heal the soul
Chicken body
Legs patrol the earth

Lift the chicken up to God
Hold its wings and see it nod
This is what you were born to
Chicken stew your soul

Which came first the chicken or the egg?
Which to choose breast or leg?
Which witch cooked
Which beggar begged?
For chicken stew hen pecked or pegged

Hang it up
Cut it down
Like a cup
Turned upside down
Empty contents over the floor
The chicken pecks the grain some more
Grain of whisky
Grain of field
Grain of wind
Of piece meal
Grain of gleaners
Bowing low, humble cleaners
Thoughts in tow

Chicken stew for your soul