A Cockerel, one day crossed the road
And did it in most spaced out mode
He’d been on crystal meth
Which resulted in death
So much for the HIGHway code.
Then a hen crossed the road with a cluck
But she really was pushing her luck
Though cars swerved to avoid
They were really annoyed
But she didn’t give a …damn.
So crossing the road for a chicken
Is no time to start corn picking
Though the kerb they may hug it
They’ll be crushed to a nugget
Then they’ll be just "finger licking”.