Run Chicken Run
."Here comes Mr.Farmer, axe in his hand. Looking for a chicken, the best in the land. He picked the biggest one, out of about a dozen. Damnit if he didn't look like Chicken Littles Cousin. Now the proud 'ol chicken had a girl,she's the last one he'd see. But alas she's glad it wasn't her, for chicken pie she'd be. She'd always been his favorite one,she was always there. The other hens would cackle aloud, "They're such a silly pair." Now mom had told him, be true, to never be a roost wrecker. That "Life was like chicken feed. You don't know how good it is til you hit it with your pecker." Now here he was, on the way to die, his life on earth was done. The last cackle he heard from her....Run ,Chicken, Run!! , Written March 13th, 2002 © on Mar 13 2002 03:19 PM PST 0 • 10
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"."Here comes Mr.Farmer,..."