Li And The Dressed Chicken
I am Li from the East
Not the the martial artist
I am half-Asian
Raised in Appalachian
I love to cook
Selling in any nook
I push and pull a cart
Honest from the bottom of my heart
I cook street food
Spook and hook so good
I fry squid balls, chicken and krill
Or saute soft meat and grill
I play as I cook
And can tell stories out of the book
Just watch me and listen after I shook
I can also say how you look.
Have you heard the story
Of the dressed chicken in Hickory?...
A brood of chicken, a century ago
Arrived on the shore after crossing the briny sea of Santiago
It's a place in Chile
A land of beauty and wonders of simile
Around four hundred sixty-nine birds gathered
Different ones, condor-fathered
Big and small sizes like baguettes
Greeted the flock of chicken as nuggets
Chickens as birds with colored feathers
Envied for their tiny feathers
One chicken was asked,
"Why are you dressed when basked?"
"Your question is not funny...
It is an irony!"
The chicken said with a broken heart
Inside its chest is a burning heart
Adding, "Dressed is when I get decapitated
Breathless and emaciated."
"Oh, that's hideous!"
Said the greeter so conscious.
"What else do you want to know?..."
Asked the chicken who was mocked with blow.
"Nothing more," said the greeter
"Sorry for being a tweeter!"
Now you know the story
Of the dressed chicken in Hickory!
Dressed chicken from anywhere
From Santiago to everywhere.
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