Worried Chicken

If I were a worried old chicken,
Thus prone to angst if you may,
I'd pace up and down in the henyard,
and ponder and grimace all day.

what if a coyote came near?
what if a snake in my way?
what if jumped from the rear
by a rooster intent on a lay?

Troubles I’d hold close to me,
frets would be dear;
worries my best friends,
with so much to fear.

A life spent in worry,
The heart pitter-pat;
It’s an unhappy story
For a chicken, at that.