Meet one angry chicken
Ok so it’s not ground-breaking news (and anyway why should news break ground, like one of those noisy hammer drills they are using right now out on the street, gouging the tarmac…) but I met a chicken in Turkey who joined me each morning for breakfast so I named her Chicken’n’chips. This is what she said:
Don’t call me
Chicken and chips!
Don’t call me
Chicken and chips!
I’m a chicken with hips
I’m no hick from the sticks
I can groove I can mix
I can strut and I can sing
I can fly. I got wings
I can flip and I can roll
Do my Chicken rock n roll
Don’t call me chicken and chips!
Don’t call me chicken and chips!