Happy Easter to the Madtown Mob!! On this day of Easter eggs, let's pause to give thanks to the chicken who made the Easter egg hunt possible!

CLUCK’S LUCK

By Buckshot:

His body lay beside the road,

The blood was everywhere.

Skid marks left their trail behind,

and feathers filled the air.

Why did the chicken cross the road?

His thoughts I can but ponder,

but another speeding Oldsmobile

has stilled his urge to wander.

The chicken died but once, my friend,

not blessed with life eternal,

so lift his body reverently,

and save it for The Colonel.