Watch you step, it's chicken country.

Are You Chicken

For many years and generations ,this question has been passed.
Why did the chicken cross the road? It’s many times been asked,

Many opinions have been voiced, but none of them are stickin,
So in lieu of trying to sort them out, I decided to ask the chicken,

Madam Chicken to cross the road what have you got to say?
She said, four lanes of speedin traffic, Man there’s just no way,

Ol’rooster tried to make it, but crowing now he ain’t,
A fourteen wheeler got him , now he’s freeway paint,

So I got me an Airline ticket. One that would get me there,
But, Lordy, I had no idea what came with a chicken fare,

I gotta be screened for bombs and stuff or I can’t make the trip,
And they took off all my feathers, , Boy now that’ a rip,

No, I can’t carry or conceal any more than you can see,
And that hump with no tail feathers, that’s also part of me,

A naked chicken ain’t that pretty, but maybe it turned them on,
But all that pattin and cold fingers, Hey now, something’s wrong! ,

That’s not a bomb you idiot, it’s a class A double yoke,
And you’ll sure get messy blasted if the shell is broke.

Guess I couldn’t expect these Airline guys to really understand,
I just wanted to cross the road, didn’t need no one night stand.

I figured they were through with me but now what do I do,
They ran me through their X-ray thing, they needed an inside view,

Here I passed all of their inspections and now I’m free to go,
They were gonna put me in first class, but wouldn’t you just know

I chickened out on flying , almost away too late,
I never made it across the road, Colonel Sanders was at the Gate!