[Intro]
[Verse 1]
In a sunlit village of clucking streets and grain-scented skies,
Feathered crowds wander markets where wooden stalls glow warm and wise.
Humans, neatly wrapped, rest on shelves like rare, polite prizes,
As a hen and rooster trade glances, reality flips in their eyes.
[Pre-Chorus]
HEN: अरे सुनो! आज इंसानों का क्या बना है? लगता है आज इंसान ही सबसे महंगी डिश है!
ROOSTER: बिल्कुल! आज तो इंसानों की इतनी डिमांड है कि दुकानदार उन्हें छुपाकर बेच रहे रहे!
[Chorus]
CROWD of chickens hums softly: What a world that pecks at the sky,
We run the market, stories in beaks, as the humans drift by.
Humor in the feathers, a mirror turned inside out,
In this quirky, careful chaos, laughter rings about.
[Verse 2]
A rooster leads the way to a vendor with a careful, proud bow,
He points to a safely wrapped human, on a wooden stall it glows.
VENDOR: ये प्रीमियम इंसान...
