Feathers fly - feathers sail
As they shake their dusty tail
And those capons go strolling along

Scratching berm, terra firm,
Stretching necks to pull a worm
All those capons go strolling along

They're a cocky crew
Who can't "Cock-a-doodle-doo"
Still they flock in numbers, proud and strong
Need no hen ho,
They just peck and go
Them old capons keep strolling along

From sun up - till sundown
Flexing spurs and nowhere bound
Those old capons are strutting along

Growing fat, getting plump
Acting like they're Donald Trump
Those old capons keep strutting along

Hear a "tee hee hee,"
From that old hen, Hillary
She knows they pack an empty schlong
'Cause Farmer, Pat - clipped their testes flat
Now, they're capons just strolling along

Sneaking peeks - down below,
Wond'ring where did my nads go?
All those capons are strutting along

Gone's the left, gone's the right
Seek no nooky day or night
Those poor capons just strutting along

They hear "Tee hee hee"
From that old hen, Hillary
Next squawk could be their final song

Their sad fate they'll learn,
Doomed to cook and burn
When that farm truck comes rolling along

Off, their heads will go rolling...alonnnng..