Would You Like To Hear My Beginning???

Question

I was born in a valley

Raised on a farm

In Western Canada

I was bowlegged

With Mama beside me

Helping me along

I grew up big and strong

Long lazy mornings

On lawns of green

The sun on my feathers

The wind in my face

Never prepared me

For what lied ahead

The Run called Chicken Run

It's Run Chicken Run

Run as fast as you can

My fate was delivered

My moment at hand

The chance of a lifetime

In a lifetime of chance

It was time to run

The farmer had the ax

Time to run

Or become someones dinner

It was born in my blood

The blood of a Viking

With the strength of 10

My breeding and training

Was something unknown

That drove me

And carried me here

I did the Chicken Run

As fast as I could

My future uncertain

But the moment came

My chance of a lifetime

To escape the pot

I took the chance

Travelled to many lands

There was so much to see

Now I've settled down

Tho' I'm older and wiser

And love to hear laughter

And the future

Is now the past

Answer 1

Brung tears ta ma eyes at did.

Arm sure glad the Colonel didn't ketchup wid ya, Chook old son! Do ya type wid ya beak or ya claws?

Eeder way it a farn set o words Rooster ma boy!

Answer 2

I found this interesting but I don't know whether it's a poem or a story....or maybe a joke.

Can you do The Funky Chicken too.......

Nice that you escaped the Ax...forty whacks...

could give a guy a splitting headache  ..or worse...

I like your jokes......

Anyway....Keep It Up!!!!!!!!