A Brief Recollection of the Events of August 19, 1994

Yeah, I remember it.
The chickens passed by without a word.
The dogs were afraid to say anything.
We kept to ourselves.
If the chickens were up to something, then okay.
Who were we to stop them?
Just because this is a farm don't mean we don't bow to the chickens.
You see, they had a plan.
After they took up torches and egged the cows
The chickens headed to town, and yes...
Yes, I remember it....