The chicken was always questioned,
On it's motives and given suggestions,
To be expected to live it's life without tension,
So between crossing the road in given directions,
Or asked about its formation in natures selection,
It was never a free bird.

Forced to cross the road alone,
Battling depression on its own,
With no space to even roam,
So in the cold, it lets out a groan,
That speaks to heart of stones,
Of its battle against society.
The chicken was never a free bird.

So why did the chicken cross the road?
Because it's masters and joke makers told it to.

So which came first, the egg or the chicken?
Doesn't matter, they are forced to live their ill fate,
As though by some mistake,
They became the rodent of society.