A pig, wearing a farmer outfit and holding a banjo, is sitting under a tree If you look carefully, you can see the outlines of six chickens in the leaves of the tree

Pig: (singing) Oh, there are chickens in the trees,
There are chickens in the trees
Won't you listen to me, please?

(briefly, the chickens flutter about in the branches)

There are chickens in the trees

Rooster: (entering from the right) Excuse me, old pig I couldn't help but overhear you Would you mind singing that song again, please?

Pig: Why, not at all - ahem
(sings) Oh there are chickens in the trees,
There are chickens in the trees
Won't you listen to me, please?

(briefly, the chickens flutter about again)

There are chickens in the trees

Rooster: You know, that's a very nice song, but you've got it quite, quite wrong I happen to be a professional chicken and I know for a fact that chickens don't live in trees

Pig: Hmmm is that so?

Rooster: Absolutely The very idea is utterly ridiculous, quite ridiculous Chickens in the trees, indeed What will they think of next?

(storms off)

Pig: (standing) Okay, fellas You heard what the rooster said Everyone out of the tree

(The chickens all drop out of the tree, and walk away, clucking and pecking)