Feathers ruffled, br We headed into no chickens land, br And there with our beaks at the ready, br We trundled onwards, br There was a chickfight, br Going on over head, br As the fighter hens, br Splattered the enemy, br With there breakfast, br And as the shells broke around us, br And we were splattered in egg, br I remember that old lie, br Dulce et dechicken est, br Pro patria eggi.