The Legend of Sir Shey

(Verse 1)

In a land of mystic tales, where chickens roamed the dirty trails,

Legends spun of Sir Shey, a chicken with a golden display.

Villagers sought the magic lore, for chickens that could shit much more,

Shitting gold, a cherished feat, in the village, for everyone a special treat.

(Chorus)

Golden droplets, a tale untold,

In this land where stories unfold.

Sir Shey, the legend we hold,

Shitting gold, a treasure to behold.

(Verse 2)

Potions brewed in cauldrons deep, to put in his food while he sleeps,

More they drank, more they'd release, golden wonders never to cease.

Thirsty feathers, beaks agape, the village in a golden scrape,

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Sir Shey stood tall and bold, the chicken who outshone them all.

(Pre-Chorus)

But the more they shat, the thirstier they grew,

A paradox, the villagers knew.

For golden dreams and shimmering gleam,

They chased a tale, like in a dream.

(Chorus)

Golden droplets, a tale untold,

In this land where stories unfold.

Sir Shey, the legend we hold,

Shitting gold, a treasure to behold.

(Bridge)

In the coop of endless thirst, where golden dreams were scattered first,

Chickens clucked with golden glee, yet thirsted for eternity.

Potions stirred the golden stream, like a never-ending dream,

Sir Shey, the legend's core, shrouded in a golden lore.

(Verse 3)

Villagers danced in golden light, chasing dreams both day and night,

Sir Shey, the chicken rare, with golden droppings in the air.

But the thirst, a relentless tide, in the coop, they couldn't hide,

For every golden drop they'd find, left a thirst that gripped their mind.

(Chorus)

Golden droplets, a tale untold,

In this land where stories unfold.

Sir Shey, the legend we hold,

Shitting gold, a treasure to behold.

(Outro)

So the story ends in gilded hue, of chickens, potions, and dreams untrue,

Sir Shey, a legend to remember, in the land of mystical, forever.

The thirst, an echo in the night, as golden tales took their flight,

In a land where chickens hold, the secrets of the stories told.