Why the Chicken Crossed the Road

Hello, and welcome to my humble abode
Please sit while I tell you the tale of why I crossed the road
Although there were lots of cars I still crossed it
I wobbled slowly across thinking that I would surely get hit
I was safely on the other side when I saw the butcher
He held a cleaver in his hand, but he wasn't much of a looker
He spotted me across the road and instantly rushed across
Only he didn't make it across because a car came out of nowhere
His life was surely at a loss
So, next time someone asks you why I crossed the road and made it over
Tell one that I was running from the butcher
The one that wasn't much of a looker
Now he's dead and I'm alive and very well in many jokes
Yes, it is all very true, and that is my tale, folks