And here I was looking for a chicken-plucking work song.
My old man's a chicken-plucker, now whattayou think about that,
He wears a chicken-plucker's collar, he wears a chicken-plucker's hat.
Or
I'm not the chicken-plucker, I'm the chicken-plucker's son
And I'm sitting pluckin' chickens 'til the chicken-plucker comes.
No, that's funnier with pheasant-plucker.