Fed to die

Abracadabra pumpkin pie
They've got teardrops in their eyes
Oh they sense its time to fly
Why can't we just give them
the pumpkin pie

Hocus pokus sturdy ankle
Hung to dry as the hunters tinkle
Oh the barn as the farmers winked
Ah too soon they reached the brink

Alacazam the last sweet churp
Drown out by the piglets squeeks
Oh wheres the life that reaches the peaks
Or the mercy on those rosey cheeks?

Aberacadabra pumpkin pie
Bred to live yet fed to die