Well, I’m sure some of you may be relieved. This is the last post about chickens and roads from me. No offense intended to anyone. Here goes…
Q: Why did the chicken cross the road?
CAMUS: The chicken’s mother had just died. But this did not really upset him, as any number of witnesses can attest. In fact, he crossed just because the sun got in his eyes.
LORD NELSON: I see no chicken.
JOHN WAYNE: Cause a chicken’s gotta do what a chicken’s gotta do.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE: Tell me where lies fancy’s egg, In the breast or in the leg.
DOUGLAS MACARTHUR: In order to return.
RICHARD NIXON: This isn’t about roads and chickens. I don’t think you quite understand that what you believe I may have meant isn’t what you think I said.
BOOK OF GENESIS: God said, “Let there be chicken”; and there was chicken. The God said, “Let there be road”; and there was road. And God commanded, “Let the one be taken to the far side thereof.” And it was done. And God looked upon His work and saw that it was good.
SIRS WILLIAM GILBERT AND ARTHUR SULLIVAN:
To verify through measurement and reasearch explorational.
Asserted widths and properties of highways transportational.
And thus through brain and intellect did prove itself, this animal,
To be the very model of a modern chicken-general.
SOPHOCLES: It wanted to be close to is Mom.