A chicken comes across a path leading to a road
And takes the path, thinking it was his choice he chose.
But the chicken did not bring himself to the path that day
It was another chicken with which he had once lain.
He decided on the other side of the road he was better off
When telling his friends he was leaving, they scoffed
“You’re a chicken, and you don’t have the balls”
“Try it, and it’s your mother that we’ll call”
Although they were wrong and he was able
He was not yet ready to end his fable
He needed a note first, yes indeed
For who woud read his story if one he did not leave?
He did not want his family to grieve,
So he dotted his I’s and crossed his T’s
A final “I love you”
Is what his note will be.
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Now, to cross that road,
and reach the other side.
Maybe not today and maybe not tomorrow
But someday, that chciken will end his sorrow
And reach the greener grass.