Bo Burnham - Chicken

The chicken wakes up

Like she does every morning,

To the sounds of his husband's screams.

Sat in the dark, on the eggs she is warming,

She closes her eyes and dreams

Of walking to Memphis

Becoming a dentist 

Anything but this. 

I mean, she likes her life as

a mother and wife but

Is that, all she is? 

She stares out the window. 

The very next morning the chicken decides to

Make her escape, get a taste of freedom. 

She runs out the coop that her life's been confined to. 

Suddenly, sees the thing she's only dreamed of. 

Just up ahead gophers run through the meadow. 

Deer graze. Birds sing. 

Her future is waiting, 

Right there for the taking. 

There's just one thing. 

The chicken must first cross the road. 

The road. 

A sea of trees and green and moss, waiting just

Across the 

Road. The road. 

A life of brighter days, 

A width of road away. 

The road is gigantic, 

The chicken is little. 

She moves ahead. Left, right, left, 

Right, left, right. 

All of a sudden, she stops in the middle. 

Frozen in place by a pair of headlights. 

It's anyone's guess what happened next, 

But most think she died. 

But I think we ought to

Believe that she got to

The other side.

So that's why she did it.