Ten

Stop looking at me, chickens.
What've you got against me?
I just need, oh, pretty please,
That little egg under your feet.
Stop pecking at me, chickens!
What've you got against me?
Yeah, Mama usually does this chore
But she said 'cause I'm ten, I now need to do more
Ten! I sorta wanna be nine again,
'Cause now I sleep all alone, do my stuff on my own

Ten! I really thought something would happen!
Something big, for my birthday, maybe
Something huge to sweep me off my feet.
Stop judging me, chickens.
I've got nothing against you
One more egg and I'll be done
And you can have your chicken fun.
Stop judging me, chickens!

I've got nothing against you!
I'm almost done with this chore
But, of course, I still have more, 'cause I'm
Ten! I sorta wanna be nine again,
I need to be a lot less lazy, act less like a baby
Ten! I really thought something would happen!
Something big, for my birthday. You know,
Something like Daddy coming home.