In our small town,
The smell of dead chicken makes me frown.
The smell of the bread however is nice
And will always suffice.
These smells fill our town.

Our town so small, it's like a cage.
Sometimes it fills me with rage.
And one day I'll pay the price
When I leave this place.

In the future I'll surely drown
People will think I'm simply a clown.
They'll think I'm covered in lice
Or I like to keep pet mice.
I can't keep up, I'll tumble down
When I leave this place.