Picture if you will, doctor von Kluckinstein
An evil genius mastermind
Devised a scheme to bring him great wealth and glory
Formulating franken-foods down in his laboratory

He began experiments with vegetables
Enormous in size, but not quite edible
Moved on to making mutant mega-chickens
But they managed to escape
That's where the plot thickens

Kluckinstein's plans had begun
But the Chickens flew the coop
Now they're on the run

So, the mad doctor sent his minions out on a mission
Capture the missing mutants who pose as musicians
The Legion of Goons assembled and were given the task
Find the carrot and chickens and bring 'em back to the lab

While an unsuspecting world is asleep
Gatorteeth is unleashed and evil onions creep
The robot rabbit gets into gear
Killer Klownfish get vicious, striking fear

Hear the howl of the fowl in the dead of night
When chickens get wicked and ascend into flight
They've sharpened their beaks and are ready to bite
The victims of chickens are stricken with fright

Here's a final warning, so be prepared
Proceed with caution if you dare
To hear frightful stories of poultry spooks
When you listen to tales from the coop

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