Write me a classic rock song about getting chicken

[Intro – crunchy distorted guitar riff, pounding snare] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 1 – steady rhythm guitar, bassline locking in] Hodge barks the landing spot, we dive into the fray Border Patrol’s already locking on to prey Arrow bolts off alone, chasing a fight he can’t win Swamp Donkey fumbles his gear, but he’s still in [Pre-Chorus – building guitar tension, cymbal crashes] Ten short dinners in a row, that’s the mark we’re gunning for Scouring every corner, looking for that perfect floor We’re all on the hunt for a grip that fits just right Hiding from the noise that cuts through the night [Chorus – soaring guitar lead, full band blast] We’re chasing the chicken, lying face deep in the bush Ducking for cover when that va-jicle’s coming in hush Swamp Donkey’s our level four backpack, loyal through thick and thin Ten in a row, we’re gonna win, win, win [Verse 2 – playful guitar licks, snare rolls] Hodge’s prone star-ing through stubble, scanning every tree Border Patrol drops three foes before they even see Arrow’s stuck in a scrap, screaming for backup again Swamp Donkey trips over a rock, but he’s still our friend [Pre-Chorus – intensified guitar, faster drum beat] Ten short dinners in a row, we’re halfway to the goal Long game wins make the fire in our souls unfold We’re still searching for that grip that feels like home Hiding from the chaos that we can’t outrun alone [Chorus – layered vocals, guitar harmonies] We’re chasing the chicken, lying face deep in the bush Ducking for cover when that va-jicle’s coming in hush Swamp Donkey’s our level four backpack, loyal through thick and thin Ten in a row, we’re gonna win, win, win [Bridge – stripped-back guitar, soft drum shuffle] Hodge says he’s got a mini, grinning like a fool Swamp Donkey blinks and asks, “But what about your tool?” Long game dinner hits, gets the blood flowing right We laugh off the mess, ready to fight another night [Solo – bluesy guitar wail, bending notes, building to a crescendo] (Instrumental Solo) [Chorus – full band, maximum energy, call-and-response vocals] We’re chasing the chicken, lying face deep in the bush Ducking for cover when that va-jicle’s coming in hush Swamp Donkey’s our level four backpack, loyal through thick and thin Ten in a row, we’re gonna win, win, win [Outro – fading guitar riff, final snare hit] Ten dinners down, we raise our cups high Another round of chaos, ready to fly