Run Chicken Run

Went to the garden centre today, partly for their wonderful fish & chip lunch, but also to kick start my garden restoration project.
On the way back I saw a chicken on the side of the road, pecking along the verge, oblivious to the cars speeding by. I stopped to see if I could persuade it to go somewhere else (can you catch a chicken?), but only managed to shoo it further into the woods at the roadside. I drove to the nearest buildings which turned out to be a small animal farm and farm shop. I told them in the farm shop about the chicken, and they were very nonchelant about it. They said the chickens were free range and the they often wandered around the local area, finding their way home at dusk...
...I couldn't help noting the irony of my concern about the chicken and it's fate with cars/foxes, and reporting that concern to a butcher specialising in free range chickens....

Run chicken run.
The farmers got the gun
The wife has the oven hot
And you're the one.
So run and run
So you dont get served with a bun.
~By Maddie~