I am a castaway, trapped and alone,
Until I saw a stranger, starved to the bone.
He came to me, death in his eyes,
Besides all that, it was a pleasant surprise.
Finally someone to talk with, someone who might care,
About my great story, I’m desperate to share.
“Hey there stranger, come here”, I yelled.
“I have a story I want you to tell.”
My name is Chicken, I jumped on a boat
To see the world, to bring me abroad.
I went to the west, I went to the east,
I saw great nations and wonderful beasts.
I sailed to the north, and way to the south,
Mountains and forests and cities in clouds.
Until one day, I boarded a ship,
On it were pirates, not a safe trip.
Some fellow saw me, and he took his knife,
Suddenly I was running for my life.
It was a close call, oh bloody hell,
I quickly layed an egg, he slipped and dead he fell.
So I jumped off the ship, while it was still dark.
The next day I fought seagulls and outsmarted a shark.
Then came a storm, so nasty and vile,
I nearly survived, now I’m stuck on this isle.
I’m tired and haven’t eaten in days,
I really like your company by the way.
The stranger sat quiet, he even looked sad,
Then he stood up, smiled, and said:
That’s a great story, but it’s too late,
I must admit, it eases my fate.
Yes I know, I too have no future in sight,
I’m sure I remembered you – it’s Mr. Tucky, right?
I’m glad you asked, dear Chicken, that’s so sweet of you,
You can call me Ken, and I’m hungry too.
I too was on that boat, but they let me walk the plank,
My captain got angry because too much I drank.
Now can you recall, that man who fell from the deck to his end?
Unfortunately for you, he was my dear friend.
Time for revenge, one must survive.
The meat on your legs looks like it’ll keep me alive.
I will snap your neck, and you will be dead,
I’m thinking of putting you in this bowl of hot fat.
So dear Chicken, I’m sure you’ve had your glory
This is your end, but my dish’ll tell your story.
I understand, dear Ken, just do it fast.
Soon I will be a creature of the past.
I’ve had my shot but I’m tired of running,
Please remember my bravery and cunning.
So I turned my back,
Towards the thundering shore.
I close my eyes,
And relive my adventures once more.
Art: Huiswaarts, Siert Dallinga, 1988