The chicken in question was fried
and it was good.
You would have suspected, if you had seen it
but it was gone so quickly,
you might have had no chance.
As soon as it was delivered,
it disappeared.

I gave the poor thing little chance.

You might have liked her, had you seen her.
She was noble once,
when she was at full strength,
or so I’m told.
I only knew her post-carnate
in this after-state.

In this way,
she was delicious.