They say not far away, In fact upon that hill They say that there's a little girl there still She wasn't raised like the other kids Miss Lynn, the Snow Hen of Austerlitz The mother's blind and keeps some birds as pets That her baby is a human she forgets In a tiny wire pen that little girl still sits Miss Lynn, the Snow Hen of Austerlitz She must be ten or eleven now I heard she's pretty but she don't have all her wits She is the Snow Hen of Austerlitz Not having really neither wings nor beak She never learned to walk or speak To the child, the mother never says a word To communicate, this little girl, she chirps like a bird All the birds around they taught the little girl their language When she's not understood she starts to get real angry So she waves her hands around just like they were her wings Hope it when she's happy, you should hear her sing! I'll leave the cage door open We'll see how far she gets She's known as the Snow Hen of Austerlitz Kept like a pet in an old hen coop The mother didn't beat her and she gave her food Still pitiful no care shown but it's The life of the Snow Hen of Austerlitz A skinny thing with brittle gla**-like bones Was it wind in the trees or the Snow Hen's moans? From pursed perch from that attic she flits Miss Lynn, the Snow Hen of Austerlitz She must be ten or eleven now I heard she's pretty but she don't have all her wits She is the Snow Hen of Austerlitz I'll leave the cage door open We'll see how far she gets She's known as the Snow Hen of Austerlitz She must be ten or eleven now I heard she's pretty but she don't have all her wits She is the Snow Hen of Austerlitz I'll leave the cage door open We'll see how far she gets She's known as the Snow Hen of Austerlitz