The eggs in the pan they make a tiny squeak That’s the noise I made, when they cut my beak They say I am lucky, to live in a multi tier Better off than broilers Is all I hear My brother lived a day I still shed a tear My day will soon arrive When the Lorries appear The noisy men arrive To crate us like a parcel A trip for miles down darkened roads The fear just makes us gargle Soon be over shouts the boss man I hear the workers cheer They throw the crates even faster To get the last shout on the beer I’d like to say it’s fun Living a multi tier I wish I was my brother Saves shedding all those tears!!