Lady Marinade by Le Fool (aka RobDale)


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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.

Lady Marinade by Le Fool (aka RobDale)

Hey Sister poultry, The Poutlry, Le poulet, Le poulet (x2)

She made Coc Au Vin down in Old New Zealand,
Stirring her sauce on the stove,
She said ' Don't talk!,
Do you hear that Sqauwk?

'Mmm Hmmm Bucka Bucka Buck buck ah ah
Bucka Bucka ah ah Kaw
Mucho Coc au Vin avec moi,
Poulet squawking in the fire,
Voulez-vous manger poulet avec moi ce soir?
Voulez-vous manger avec moi?

Cut off it's head and it didn't squawk
Crazy voodoo chicken came back again
Oh as that sound went on she started to freak

'Mmm Hmmm Bucka Bucka Buck buck ah ah
Bucka Bucka ah ah Kaw
Mucho Coc au Vin avec moi,
Poulet squawking in the fire,
Voulez-vous manger poulet avec moi ce soir?
Voulez-vous manger avec moi?

Seeing the skin all basted and black
Colour of cafe luwak
Made the savage beast inside
Roaring till it cried More, More, More

Now She's at home cooking rack of lamb
Braising as well as she can
But when she turns the gas
Quiet as she can
She appreciates the silence of the lamb

'Mmm Hmmm Bucka Bucka Buck buck ah ah
Bucka Bucka ah ah Kaw
Mucho Coc au Vin avec moi,
Poulet squawking in the fire,
Voulez-vous manger poulet avec moi ce soir?
Voulez-vous manger avec moi?

Creepy lady Marinade ........