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!