Boneless Chicken Fingers:

From the slightest breeze
She trembles with fear,
All her tiny little fingers
Will soon be dropping tears.

The wind changes his mind
Suddenly starts to blow,
All those tiny little fingers
Are so close to letting go.

That dark greyish horizon
Tells the whole story,
Those tiny little fingers
Are getting alittle wormy.

Y'all watch your heads
Here they come now,
All those tiny little fingers
Just throwing them down.

One right after the other
Right off their fingertips,
They drop to the ground
In fun size little drips.

When everybody is soiled
Both the leaves and the dirt,
With all the drama over
Zero water bombs to hurt.

The Sun resumes center stage
But pick up your little chins,
When your soaked shirts dry
We can do it all again.