One answer to the question: Why did the chicken cross the road?

Chickenwalkie

L. Miner/ L. Carroll
Copyright, 1995, Right Brain, Inc.

T'was summerlie, and chicken brave
doth venture out from where he stayed.
All misty were the tire grooves
And the moon shone out back.

Beware the evil road, my chick!

The wheels that spin, the cars that honk
Beware the Jaguar Red, and shun
the rumbling Chevrolet.

He fluffed and raised his golden wings.
Long time the weathered road he stared.
So he rested by guarded rail
And roosted awhile in thought.

And if in chickenish thought he stood,
The Jaguar Red with headlight flaming,
Came whizzling through the rock and rut
And rumbled as it camey!

One two! Three Four! And pop and pop
The laid out tacks found their mark.
He left it slayed -- with wiperblade
He went a' strutting back.

And hast thou maimed the Jaguar Red?
Come to my wings, my fluffy chick!
O astonisable day! Cockadoodledoo Cockadoodlelay!
He cluckered in his joy.