Mike The Cock by MMario


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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."

Mike The Cock by MMario
(Tune: "Anne Bolyn")

In Fruita Colorado, one fine night
They say a Rooster walks (as if we care!)
He had a brief encounter with a knife
And thus he lost his head, but not his life!
Yes sir, he was a-going into stew....
But now I tell you what he's gonna do....

Chorus:
With his head off, bouncing 'round the yard
He struts and walks around
With his head off, nowhere to be found
Since that awful hour!

For eighteen months old Mike he hung around
Just breathing through the hole atop his throat
He could not crow or make another sound
But by God, that headless rooster could emote!