Hey, Pa, look at what I brung ya! Look at what I brung ya! A chicken!
And what a chicken, brother! Get a load of this gorgeous plumage. Feast your eyes at this outstanding comb. And besides, I'm the only five-gaited rooster in the world. So, why not save yourself the trouble and judge me right now, judge... Uh, judge... what was the name?
Chickenhawk. George K. Chickenhawk.
Chickenhawk? Chicken hawk, eats us chickens. Well, I gotta go. I think my judge is burning, fudge... My fudge is burning, judge... I mean, my mother wants me. I got to crochet a cake. Uh, uh, goodbye!