Headless In Honolulu by Hyperabid


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The Song Challenge: That's One Scrappy Rooster! -- For 18 months in the 1940s, it seemed as if Mike the headless chicken might be immortal. Now he's being immortalized in a 4-foot metal sculpture to be stuck in a planter on a downtown corner in his hometown of Fruita, Colorado. The 300-pound replica of Mike was made using ax heads and hay-rake teeth, along with sickle blades and other cutting objects. "I made him proud-looking and cocky," said the artist, Lyle Nichols, a Fruita native. The rooster belonged to Fruita farmer Lloyd Olsen, who planned to put Mike into the cooking pot and lopped off his head at the base of the skull to leave as much of the tasty neck as possible. But Mike just fluffed up his feathers -- although he could only go through the motions of pecking for food, and when he tried to crow, a gurgle came out. But he was still alive the next morning. Olsen started putting feed and water directly into Mike's gullet with an eyedropper. Mike lived for 18 months, making it into Life magazine and the Guinness Book of World Records, and was a popular attraction until he choked to death on a corn kernel in an Arizona motel while on tour. Fruita officials dug up his story last spring when they were looking for something besides pioneers to focus on for Colorado Heritage Week. That led to the first Mike the Headless Chicken Festival. In addition to food (fried chicken) and music, this year's festival is scheduled to feature "The Run Like A Chicken With Your Head Cut Off 5K."

Headless In Honolulu by Hyperabid
(Tune: If – Bread / E.Gates)

If you open up the news today you'll find a sight to see
A shoulder shot of me – my head's not there you see
If a face could launch a thousand ships I couldn't launch a thing
There's nothing I can say – I have no mouth – It's quite trying

I survived the trip to supper as an amputee most strange
I nipped out from the range – From the onion, the sage
I found myself a little shorter – just a few inches less high
Told the diners I would fly – Said I couldn't wear a tie

But in the end my life – it was snuffed out
It's hard to chew – when they chopped you – apart