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To steal a job from a decent, hard-working American.

Because that's the only kind of trip the Establishment would let it take.

Because he was exercising his natural right to liberty.

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.

It was a government conspiracy.

The fact that you thought that the chicken crossed the road reveals your underlying sexual insecurity.

It was the logical next step after coming down from the trees.

The chicken did not cross the road. I repeat, the chicken did not cross the road.

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?"

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 anyway?"

The road, you will see, represents the black man. The chicken crossed the "black man" in order to trample him and keep him down.

I envision a world where all chickens will be free to cross roads without having their motives called into question.

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.

I have just released the new Chicken 2000, which will both cross roads AND balance your checkbook, though when it divides 3 by 2 it gets 1.4999999999.

Because the government had fooled him into thinking that he was crossing the road of his own free will, when he was really only serving their interests.

I missed one?

To actualize its potential.

It was a historical inevitability.

Because if you gaze too long across the Road, the Road gazes also across you.

Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.

If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken nature.

Because it could not stop for death.

It didn't cross the road; it transcended it.

To die. In the rain.

This was an unprovoked act of rebellion and we were quite justified in dropping 50 tons of nerve gas on it.

It is the Mother of all Chickens.

I don't care. Catch it. I need its eggs to make my omelette.

Did the chicken cross the road?
Did he cross it with a toad?
Yes the chicken crossed the road,
but why it did, I've not been told!

It didn't. I was playing golf with it at the time.