Poultry-pocalypse at the Library

[Intro] Shh, the shelves are shaking. [Verse 1] In the stacks I sigh, oh my. A wrong click—surprise by the ton. Rubber chickens march through the aisles. Oh, the poultry-pocalypse! [Chorus] Oh, poultry-pocalypse in the stacks. Feathers fly, the fines grow soft. We'll shelve the laughs, one by one. [Verse 2] I plot a plan with a rubber grin. Story hour becomes a clucky spin. Donations pile up, a feathery spree. Our library rocks with goofy glee. [Chorus] Oh, poultry-pocalypse in the stacks. Feathers fly, the fines grow soft. We'll shelve the laughs, one by one. [Bridge] Cluck by cluck, we find a solution. [Outro] Case closed, feathered chaos contained.