Pheasents book of 101 ways to die before you get shot

I'm a baby pheasant
And I really want to die
For if I grow my feathers
I will surly have to fly

And  if I spread my wings
I will only get shot
Then they'll put me on a stick
And cook me in a pot

So listen hear all siblings
Curled up in side you egg
There is nothing out there for us
So remember what I've said

For there isn't any mommy
With feathers nice and warm
Just human ugly faces
As they send us off at dawn

So lets just all stop tapping
I promise there's no catch
Lay down all your equipment
And politely refuse to hatch

Now for those that didn't listen
I shall tell you what's in store
So try your best to die
Before you reach a foreign shore

There will be no gentle clucking
As you take a thirsty drink
So find the big red circles
Dive in head first and sink

But if your still living
And there's many thousands more
Just peck each others arses
Until the blood begins to poor

This feast wont last fore ever
Because they fit you with a bit
They stick it in your nostrils
And it makes you feel quite sick

At last there is grass and sunshine
But you will start to feel quite ill
So refuse to drink your water
Because they lace it with a pill

And if you think your doing well
There's still time before the shoots
Just go and play with all the crows
They will take your eyes out by the roots

Now this one takes some planning 
But it really is a blast
Just fly top speed past the green men
And take their ears off as you pass

There's still plenty of survivors
And we a running out of room
So its time to fly our races
And break our necks as we zoom

Now I think our look is changing
I swear I can see some trees
Its the closest place to heaven
And there's a lovely gentle breeze

There's still green men that feed us
And they whistle as they go 
 They never seem to harm us
Until one day BANG BANG  I told you so