Dr. Suess's chicken tries to cross the street


          Dr. Suess:
          Would you, could you cross the street
          On your two small chicken feet?

          I would not, could not cross the street
          On my two small chicken feet.
          Across the road I will not scram
          Even though a fowl I am.

          Would you cross it in Japan
          To flee Godzilla and Rodan

          Not in Japan
          Godzilla and Rodan
          I would not, could not cross the street
          On my two small chicken feet.
          Across the road I will not scram
          Even though a fowl I am.

          Would you cross the road and cluck
          And jump to avoid the speeding truck?

          Not with a cluck
          to avoid a truck
          Not in Japan
          Godzilla and Rodan
          I would not, could not cross the street
          On my two small chicken feet
          Across the road I will not scram
          Even though a fowl I am.

          Would you hop across the road
          As though you were a garden toad?

          Not across the road
          as though a toad
          Not with a cluck
          to avoid a truck
          Not in Japan
          Godzilla and Rodan
          I would not could not cross the street
          On my two small chicken feet.
          Across the road I will not scram
          Even though a fowl I am.

          Would you cross it in the night
          Lit by passing car headlight?

          Not in the night
          With car headlight
          Not across the road
          As though a toad
          Not with a cluck
          To avoid a truck
          Not in Japan
          Godzilla and Rodan
          I would not could not cross the street
          On my two small chicken feet.
          Across the road I will not scram
          Even though a fowl I am.

          Please dear chicken give it a try
          For across the road you can not fly.

          Alright! Alright! I'll give it a try
          For it is true, chickens can't fly.
          Hey! It's not bad, in fact it's neat!
          I truly love to cross the street.
          Across the road I LOVE to scram.
          I cross the road, a fowl I am.

[ by: Chris Cracknell -- from Stan Kegel, via 'jo-jokers' ]

       

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