Cluck at the Moon

Walking in the barnyard, late last night,
I saw a something strange in the pale moonlight.
At that moment, I knew I wasn't alone.
I turned around to run back home.
I heard a shrill squawk and then I looked back.
A feathery bird gave my a lips a smack.
It wasn't a kiss, it was more like a peck
But I'd never expect what would happen next.
I was a teenage werechicken.
The changes happened so soon.
Cursed with a freakish affliction
That doomed me to cluck at the moon.
Now, when my stomach is empty and the moon is full,
I gotta do all I can just to keep my cool
'Cause I'm sprouting a beak every fourth week.
People shriek at the sight of my poultry physique.
Lock me up, please.
I can't be free range
'Cause I go in a trance and mutilate grains.
I got scaley legs, might lay some eggs too
Then hop up on the roof and shout "cock-a-doodle-doo!"
I was a teenage werechicken.
The changes happened so soon.
Cursed with a freakish affliction
That doomed me to cluck at the moon.
Cluck at the moon!
Cluck at the moon!