Too many he knew had their neck snapped
Their head cut off, feathers plucked
Feet hacked and detached.
So he planned his escape
Before the morning came
And the others were awake
He started his attempt to scale the gate.
When he managed to get free
He headed east to the sea
Stayed there watching the sailors
Tie their vessels to the piers beams.
And when all was clear on the coast
He hoped on to a boat
And sailed off into the distance
Lucky chicken. He could have been a roast
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