Burnt Chicken

Verse 1:
Early one fine afternoon I went into town,
Never would have guessed what was on the ground,
Sitting by the road all black with char.
I picked it up and put it in my car.

Chorus:
Burnt chicken: It's what's for supper tonight!
Burnt chicken: Yeah, it's a wondrous sight!
Burnt chicken:
Burnt chicken: That's when you know it's cooked right!

Verse 2:
Came up on the campus and what did I see?
People running out of the buildings!
Cooks had gotten just a little carried away.
Guess what we'll be eating this very day!

Verse 3:
A girl in the dorm tried to microwave.
But to her frustration it misbehaved.
Sadly that poor fowl was all she had to eat.
She was not so happy but it really is a treat!

Verse 4:
Went out in the woods for a mens' dorm party.
One of the guys fixed a specialty.
Hours on the grill charring in its own grease.
After they combusted we had a feast!

Verse 5:
Many, many years have passed since then.
I still like to keep a poultry pen.
Cook 'em up, fry 'em up, just a little scorched,
Sit back and eat 'em up on my front porch.



© Daniel Lorimer
August 15, 2010