Chicken Scratch

Bud-Da-Da-Da-Da-Dum –Dah

CRASH!!!

Holy Marchin’ Band, Batman!!

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

Happy Saterday mornin’, ya featherless yahoos! Ole Charlie is practicin’ up, for upcomin’ parades…like, say – The Calgary Stampede parade!!

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

Me and Hermoine here are gonna tag-team on cymbals, because cymbal players usually get pretty good placement in the parade process. Unlike all them other insturments, which get lumped inta one big clumpa hat-wearing sweat jockeys. I wanna be seen, in all my poultry glory!

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

And why not? Wut’s a chicken gotta do to get a littlel lovin’ aroun’ here? If ya ain’t heard, they already made TV handyman Mike Holmes the pluckin’ parade marshall, so why not tap the chicken world’s answer to Brad Pitt for a little bitta cymbal bashin’? I could bring some class to that stodgy ole event!!

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

Bud-Da-Da-Da-Da-Dum –Dah

CRASH!!!

Whoa! Easy there, Hermoine – it is still pretty early after all. I don’t think the hoomans here is even up yet – rollin’ in as they did at the crack o dawn lass night…

BUK-AAAAWK!!!!

Aw, wut the cluck…HIT IT!!

Bud-Da-Da-Da-Da-Dum –Dah

CRASH!!!

Bud-Da-Da-Da-Da-Dum –Dah

CRASH!!!

Bud-Da-Da-Da-Da-Dum –Dah

CRASH!!!

Ah, muzik ta these ole ears!!

Cluck for now!!