In That Old Chicken Farm Back Home by mousethief


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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.

In That Old Chicken Farm Back Home by mousethief
(Tune: In Them Old Cotton Fields Back Home)

When I was an egg so blessed,
My momma would sit on me in her nest
In that old chicken farm back home
It was down in old New Zealan'
When I hatched out, shell a-peelin'
In that old chicken farm back home

Oh then that chicken farm sold this chicken
And the plot began to thicken
In that old chicken farm back home
It was down in old New Zealan'
When I hatched out, shell a-peelin'
In that old chicken farm back home

The plot was as thick as Chekov:
She forgot to cut my neck off
In that old roasting pan back home
So even though I was quite dead,
Sounds were comin' outta my head
In that old roasting pan back home

Oh when the air goes through your larynx
You make noises very scarynx
In that old roasting pan back home
It was in Kay Martin's oven
I made noises most unlovin'
In that old roasting pan back home

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