And God came down from the heavens, and he said
unto the Chicken, "Thou shalt cross the road."
And the Chicken crossed the road, and there
was much rejoicing.
Asking this question denies your own chicken
The point is that the chicken crossed the road.
Who cares why? The end of crossing the road
justifies whatever motive there was.
Chickens, over great periods of time, have been
naturally selected in such a way that they are now
genetically dispositioned to cross roads.
The fact that you are at all concerned that the
chicken crossed the road reveals your underlying
Ralph Waldo Emerson
The chicken did not cross the road --
it transcended it.
Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road
moved beneath the chicken depends upon your frame
In my day, we didn't ask why the chicken crossed
the road. Someone told us that the chicken had
crossed the road, and that was good enough for us.
To die. In the rain.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
I envision a world where all chickens will be
free to cross roads without having their motives
called into question.
Richard M. Nixon
The chicken did not cross the road. I repeat, the
chicken did *not* cross the road
I have just released the new Chicken Office 2000,
which conforms to industry standards and will not
only cross roads, but it will lay eggs, file your
important documents AND balance your checkbook.
Unfortunately, when it divides 3 by 2 it gets
The question is not "Why did the chicken cross the
road?" But is rather "Who was crossing the road at
the same time, whom we overlooked in our haste to
observe the chicken crossing?"
You saw it cross the road with your own eyes. How
many more chickens have to cross the road before
you believe it?
Why does anyone cross a road? I mean, why doesn't
anyone ever think to ask, "What the heck was this
*chicken* doing walking around all over the place