The Chicken

You are not always there
When I need your help and care
But the chicken
Even though dirty to the pigs you liken
Its always there to protect
From the immediate effect
When am being burnt by the sunrays
You with your friends are enjoying at the bay
About me do you really care?
Then about me you ask how I fare
I don't care whether you call me insane
Honestly I regard you as a lurdane