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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.


Old Red by Trapper
(Sung to the tune of: "Old Shep" / New words by Al Boyce 7/12/2001)

Oh, when I was a girl, Old Red was an egg
Through the henhouse and barnyard we'd roll
Just a girl and her egg, we were both full of fun
As a friend, Red was worth more than gold.
I remember the time before Easter one year
When Red would have "dyed" without doubt
Mom was prepared to dip Red in the pot
I jumped in and pulled Old Red out

As the days rolled along, Old Red he cracked out
A chick newly hatched from his shell
And as he emerged, and he looked in my eyes
I could see Red would be my best pal.
With wings that were trembling, Red struck up a pose
And strained his cute beak to the sky
Then he crowed a clear note, so loud and so pure
His song made me so glad I cried.

Old Red gave his call, and he woke one and all
As he sang every day from his post
He was the best rooster a girl ever had
In my pride I tried hard not to boast
Then I came home one day, dinner was on the stove
From inside I still heard Old Red's cry
Old Red's goose was cooked, but still he sang on
As he flew to his sweet by and by....

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