No sunshine on my face, br My living death a sad disgrace, br No beating of my wings, br A throat that never sings. br Prostitution of the word ‘Farm’ br Is used to call my battery home, br I am dead I prefer battery ‘Shed’ br Just to produce your breakfast egg. br Who has the loudest voice in this nation? br Sweet little kiddies get the standing ovation, so, br Little children of this land br Link your hands to form a band, br Circle your mummies to make a change br To free Betty to home on the range—with glee, br And always, always buy chucky eggs br BORN FREE br br br br Chicken battery farms are still legal in Australia, br Betty is a chick, a very sick chick, br sick of a life of hell.