[Quincy Lehr]

Holy Christ, that was disturbing. I think the Monster Chicken will be most displeased.

[Allen Tice]

Quincy, This is <u>important</u>!

Well, I suppose the Monster Chicken was more revealed to me in a sort of Road to Damascus moment in a state of finals-induced affective psychosis while an undergraduate. Wrote some about it ....

We have a <u>syndrome</u> here.

In my first run through graduate school (also in the Middle West), the urban rubes in my dorm and I decided to write a short operetta about a Great Bird of Guano. I was the lyricist, and somewhere I think remains a single copy of the Invocation and Chant For The Elevation Of The Wings. (I came across it some years ago, deep in the infrastructure.) Since that typescript probably still exists, my earlier statement this would be too hard to do is inoperative. The problem is finding it again. That might be too hard to do. How much are you paying?

Could there be gender or hemispheric determinants involved?

Do North American chicks also experience bird possession during schooling?

Do sheilas?

Allen



[This message has been edited by Allen Tice (edited December 30, 2008).]

[Jim Hayes]

Prayers to the Monster Chicken

Hail to Thee oh Monster Chicken,
Thou wondrous Ozone Layer,
although we’re poxed and stricken,
we worship Thee with prayer.

The beasts that roam on land and sea
don’t have a soul to save
and pass the day contentedly
from cradle to the grave.

We kill each other daily,
that's how we proselytize--
we think that we don’t fail Thee
as long as someone dies.

Muslims, Pagans even Prods
all kneel beneath Your spell
and Irish Catholics, poor sods,
don’t die, to feel in hell.

Since Adam bit the apple,
in our self-righteous way
from mosque to kirk and chapel,
oh hear us, as we bray.