threw in some
but no one
she was hard
what to do
She met her friends
for lunch one day
and saw a chicken
dance for pay
the lightening was
quite soft and sweet
she sat entranced
and watched her feet
the dancer twirled
and everyone had
so much fun
she saw the future
she did seek
the jobs she
to no avail
he hired her
right on the spot
she signed her name
next to the dot
she dances now
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I ain’t saying she’s gold digger
But she ain’t messing with no broke chicken
She too tired of scratchin’ out a livin’
with her tail feathers
& white meat on display
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The chicken walked into the bar
she bore a heavy load,
I sidled up beside her
and said, ‘Why’d ya cross the road?’
She cast a glance at the barman
and let out a mighty cluck,
‘What do they call you handsome.’
I ruffled my feathers, ‘it’s Chuck.’
The barman slid a heavy glass
of lemonade and gin,
it stopped before the tired hen,
she gave a rueful grin.
She dipped her beak deep in the glass,
I certainly was impressed, she guzzled
down that wicked drink,
I thought, I’ll make a pass.
‘Now you’re a pretty Chickadee,’
I chortled, with a leer. ‘I thought a tough
old boiler would settle for a beer.’
A tiny tear fell from her eye and hung
off a silver feather,
she opened up her loaded sack,
now I certainly was a quiver.
I didn’t know what it enclosed
until she pulled a gun
and pointed it at my scarlet comb
and said, ‘Now listen son.
I’ve lived a life of hardship, of musty
corn and grit,
and this old spring chicken ain’t
taking anymore of it.
I worked my tail off on the Rio Grande,
smuggling large eggs over the border.
Now I work for the Colonel, bagging
big cockerels to order.
So finish your drink you handsome
chump and get ready to meet your maker.
By the look of those big tender thighs
you’ll be a Christmas baker.
A shot rang out, the feathers flew,
Big Red he was no more.
Spring Chicken dumped him in
her sack and waddled out the door.
The barman stood and watched her go,
his customers clucked in fright,
as Spring Chicken crossed the road again
disappearing in the night.*note here in Oz we call chickens, chooks. Hope you like it.
She came into the world like any other chook,
her mother was astounded, then took another look,
the other little balls of fluff were tottering and cheeping.
Glitter Girl was singing, dancing and roller skating.
Not for her the daily rounds of clucking, pecking
she’d been a busy little chick since her miraculous hatching.
The other fowl were not impressed,
By the makeup, bra and the way she dressed.
They felt she should leave her home,
because she lowered the chook house tone.
GG stood and waved goodbye,
she had to skate, chooks don’t fly.
Mother wept by the open gate,
her darling girl journeyed to her fate.
The road to stardom is long and tiring,
GG searched for those who were hiring
a chicken dancer of renown,
but she skated tiredly from town to town.
Sad and lonely, tired, depressed
GG resorted to getting undressed.
It was something she didn’t want to do,
and in that chilly bar, she caught bird flu.
The roosters came and watched the show
And an old Truckin Leghorn saw the glow,
that shone from GG’s watery eye.
Man, with this sweet chick, I’m goin to fly.
He offered her a lift, a life on the road,
she couldn’t see that the man was a toad.
He slipped the drugs into her tucker,
that mean and evil mother-trucker.
She went downhill, it’s sad to say,
to earn her corn she had to lay.
And tottering around on shaky legs
She supplied him with dozens of eggs.
While he grew rich and strutted the town,
GG had to get on down
and work and work till she couldn’t squawk
for AJ ‘Charlie’ Chicken Hawk.
Sweep the bar, mop the floor,
Serve the drinks, work the door.
Amongst this raucous, clucking din
GG drew the punters in.
But when she stood upon the stage
Cockerels and roosters of every age.
No matter what, the young and old
would watch the thrilling show unfold.
She tantalised the crowing crowd,
removing a tiny feather,
It didn’t matter anymore about the type of weather.
When the show had finished, midst the whistling and clucking,
AJ ‘Charlie’ Chicken Hawk thought she was ready for a plucking.
GG picked her feathers up and shoved them in a sack,
Took one look at Charlie and headed out the back.
Before the cheering finished and the curtains finally drawn
a goose bumped, naked GG went fluttering into the dawn.
The road to stardom is one of luck
And GG, our talented chook,
was spotted by a talent scout,
he saw her talent, it’s all stops out.
Now she dances for the ballet,
earning an honest fortnights pay.
But there are times without a doubt
when she brings her bra and roller skates out.
Then you’ll see her in some far off town,
this ballet dancer of renown.
Upon the stage she’ll sing and prance,
doing the stripper’s chicken dance.