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SONG CHALLENGE WINNER!
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.
The Oven-Ready Chicken by derrymacash
The cuckoo is a bird that doesn't bother with a nest
The feathers of the peacock are said to be the best
The linnet and the blackbird fill the air with song
The lark in the morning rises up to sing along
The swan she is a regal bird, a beauty to behold
The wren she is a tiny bird, whose nest is like a hole
But of all the birdy kingdom, there's none can make the boast
Of me oven-ready chicken, who won't come home to roast
You may talk about the ostrich and of its awesome size
And of the mighty albatross and of how far it flies
The condor and the eagle and other birds of prey
The famyard cock whose crowing greets the dawning of the day
The parrot and the mynah, the crested cockatoo
The canary and the budgie, quite well-known to me and you
But of all the birdy kingdom, there's none can make the boast
Of me oven-ready chicken, who won't come home to roast
They say that in the colder climes, there is a penguin bird
That doesn't fly, but swims instead, to me that's just absurd
To balance the equation, it would surely be my wish
To encounter in the tropics, the fabled flying fish
But of all of nature's oddities, its freaks and missing links
There's one that's got them puzzled, that would make oul' Darwin think
The only bird in all the world that can beat its breast and boast
I'm the oven-ready chicken that won't come home to roast