That Chicken Was a Homewrecker by JenEllen


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The Song Challenge: Chicken Of The Living Dead? -- Kay Martin, a secretary to a New Zealand MP, got the fright of her life a few weeks ago. According to the Auckland Sunday Star, she and a friend were chatting over a drink when they heard a chicken squawking. The bird sounded in some distress, so they went outside to investigate, thinking perhaps that it had escaped from one of the neighbors. But, there were no chickens anywhere. Then Martin realized with horror that the sound was coming from her own kitchen - coming, in fact, from the oven, where she had put a chicken in to roast half an hour earlier. "It was as if it was shrieking at me from its grave," she says. "It was so bizarre I just froze." As they approached the oven, the squawking reached a crescendo. They took the tray out, and as the chicken began to cool, the squawking died away. Martin chopped the neck off and threw it in the sink. She noticed that the vocal chords were intact. "Steam was coming up the neck from the stuffing," says Martin, and this had caused the dead bird to squawk. She has not cooked chicken since. P.S. TO ALL CHALLENGE!RS: If any of you are looking to qualify for the 'Two-Fer' Award (or better), check out SONG CHALLENGE! Part 8, Part 22, and Part 42 on the Song Challenge!s Past page, and see how you can work this Challenge! and one or more of these past hoo-haws into a song . . . It's a Double Dawg Dare, so ya can't turn it down! '-) -- Á.

That Chicken Was a Homewrecker by JenEllen
(Tune: My Johnny Was a Shoemaker)

That chicken was a homewrecker
Supposed to be tasty
That chicken was a homewrecker
Recipe from Betty C.
With sage and croutons in it's pan
And the oven set to 350....350
The oven set to 350

The cackling that did ensue
It'd like to curl your hair
The cackling that did ensue
Wet my pants I do declare
As I threw out wide the oven door
I heard the chicken scream...piercing scream
And then I heard the chicken scream

My psyche fell apart that day
As I offed the chicken's head
My psyche fell apart that day
Hope ta gawd it's finally dead
Never will I touch fowl flesh again
I'll have the veggie burger please...pretty please
I'll have the veggie burger please