"Chicken Dance"


Chickens

Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road?

Albert Camus: It doesn't matter; the chicken's actions have no meaning except to him.

Albert Einstein: Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.

Aristotle: To actualize its potential.

Bill Gates: I have just released the new Chicken 2000, which will both cross roads AND balance your checkbook, though when it divides 3 by 2 it gets 1.4999999999.

Buddha: If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken nature.

Carl Jung: The confluence of events in the cultural gestalt necessitated that individual chickens cross roads. This brought such occurrences into being.

Colonel Sanders: I missed one?

Darwin #1: Chickens, over great periods of time, have been naturally selected in such a way that they are now genetically predisposed to cross roads.

Darwin #2: It was the logical next step after coming down from the trees.

Dirk Gently (Holistic Detective): I'm not exactly sure why, but right now I've got a horse in my bathroom.

Dr. Seuss: Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes the chicken crossed the road, but why he crossed, I've not been told!

Emily Dickenson: Because it could not stop for death.

Ernest Hemingway: To die. In the rain.

Fox Mulder: It was a government conspiracy.

Freud: The fact that you thought that the chicken crossed the road reveals your underlying sexual insecurity.

George Orwell: Because the government had fooled him into thinking that he was crossing the road of his own free will, when he was really only serving their interests.

Grandpa: In my day, we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Someone told us that the chicken had crossed the road, and that was good enough for us.

Immanuel Kant: The chicken, being an autonomous being, chose to cross the road of his own free will.

Jean-Paul Sartre: In order to act in good faith and be true to itself, the chicken found it necessary to cross the road.

Jerry Seinfeld: Why does anyone cross a road? I mean, why doesn't anyone ever think to ask, "What the heck was this chicken doing walking around all over the place anyway?"

John Locke: Because he was exercising his natural right to liberty.

Joseph Stalin: I don't care. Catch it. I need its eggs to make my omelet.

Karl Marx: It was a historical inevitability.

M.C.Escher: That depends on which plane of reality the chicken was on at the time.

Machiavelli: The point is that the chicken crossed the road. Who cares why? The ends of crossing the road justify whatever motive there was.

Martin Luther King, Jr.: I envision a world where all chickens will be free to cross roads without having their motives called into question.

Nietzsche: Because if you gaze too long across the Road, the Road gazes also across you. .

OJ Simpson: It didn't. I was playing golf with it at the time.

Oliver Stone: The question is not "Why did the chicken cross the road?" but is rather "Who was crossing the road at the same time whom we overlooked in our haste to observe the chicken crossing?"

Pat Buchanan: To steal a job from a decent, hard-working American.

Plato: For the greater good.

Pyrrho the Skeptic: What road?

Ralph Waldo Emerson: It didn't cross the road; it transcended it.

Richard M. Nixon: The chicken did not cross the road. I repeat, the chicken did not cross the road.

Saddam Hussein #1: This was an unprovoked act of rebellion and we were quite justified in dropping 50 tons of nerve gas on it.

Saddam Hussein #2: It is the Mother of all Chickens.

Skinner: Because the external influences, which had pervaded its sensorium from birth, had caused it to develop in such a fashion that it would tend to cross roads, even while believing these actions to be of its own freewill.

The Bible: And God came down from the heavens, and He said unto the chicken, "Thou shalt cross the road." And the Chicken crossed the road, and there was much rejoicing.

The Sphinx: You tell me.

Timothy Leary: Because that's the only kind of trip the Establishment would let it take.





THE CHICKEN DANCE (Childrens Version)

Boy:
I'm a rooster on the farm
Cock-a-doodle-doodle-doo

Girl:
I'm a happy little hen
Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck cluck, cluck, cluck

Boy:
There's a comb on my head
Cock-a-doodle-doodle-doo

Girl:
I can lay you many eggs
Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck
cluck, cluck, cluck

Both:
Sing la, la, la...... when it comes to the middle part of the song

Both:
We live in a chicken coop

Boy:
Cock-a-doodle-doodle-doo

Both:
On a big and happy farm

Boy:
Cock-a-doodle-doodle-doo

Boy:
I say cock-a-doodle-doodle-doo

Girl:
I say cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck

Both:
We can do the chicken dance
I know you'll like it too




The Chicken Dance (a.k.a. Dance Little Bird, Adult Version)
Lyrics By Kames And The Happy Organ Featuring The Fowl Four Bob

Do you wanna feel good,
wanna laugh and play? (let's laugh and play)
Wanna have some fun,
throw your blues away? (your blues away)
Are you feelin' sad?
Got a problem? - Here's the cure (we got the cure.)
Do the chicken dance;
make you happy for sure.
Reach out your arms and swing your partner.
Make like a bird and try to fly.
Come on out there you hens and roosters.
Just hook your arms now, and don't be shy.
Hey you're in the swing
You're cluckin' like a bird. (Pluck, pluck, pluck, pluck.)
You're flappin' your wings.
Don't you feel absurd. (No, no, no, no.)
It's a chicken dance,
like a rooster and a hen. (Ya, ya, ya, ya.)
Flappy chicken dance;
let's do it again.
Relax and let the music move you.
Let all your inhibitions go.
Just watch your partner whirl around you.
We're havin' fun now; I told you so.
Now you're flappin' like a bird
and you're wigglin' too. (I like that move.)
You're without a care.
It's a dance for you. (Just made for you.)
Keep doin' what you do.
Don't you cop out now. (Don't cop out now.)
Gets better as you dance;
Catch your breath somehow.
Reach out your arms and swing your partner.
Make like a bird and try to fly.
Come on out there you hens and roosters.
Just hook your arms now, and don't be shy.
Now we're almost through,
really flying high (bye, bye, bye, bye.)
All you chickens and birds,
time to say goodbye (to say goodbye.)
Goin' back to the nest,
but the flyin' was fun (oh it was fun.)
Chicken dance is the best,
but the dance is done.




Notes: Some of you know that I worked and played on a farm in New Ulm, Minnesota for two summers when I was young. It was mostly a German settlement where some of my relatives lived. When the chickens were sold, I spent a hot week shoveling the chicken manure from the chicken coop to the garden to fertilize our vegetables and flowers. Nobody else wanted the job.