The chicken laid an egg one day,
She didn't like the color so she gave it away.
Immediately regretting her decision, citing lack of vision,
She grew some extra wings and began her mission.
So then she headed west and hoped for the best,
Knowing her that her quest would be a lot to digest.
Where would she look? Where she should go?
She swooped down to the ground to ask a shifty looking crow.
'Yeah, I seen some eggs. They went that way.'
The crow pointed his wing to a bundle of hay.
Behind the hay was a gypsy who was tipsy frying an egg.
The chicken took a gulp and got cramp in her leg.
Heed the moral of this tale, if you want to prevail.
It's think before you make decisions, or wind up dead or in jail.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I heard they serve only the right leg in jail the one with the tail..