Vulture with hat: Hey dad, why did the chicken cross the road? Vulture: So we could watch the sunset during dinner, son...Beautiful, isn't it?
What is a chicken? What has she got?If not herself, then she has naught.To cluck the things she truly feelsAnd not the squawks of one who kneelsThe record showedI crossed the roadAnd did it my way!
What is a chicken? What has she got?If not herself, then she has naught.To cluck the things she truly feelsAnd not the squawks of one who kneelsThe record showedI crossed the roadAnd did it my way!