Why did the chicken cross the road?

Cause he chose to! Becuase the chicken needed to be one with his destiny. Because the chicken is the embodied essence of men needing to joke about something than be concerned with their own welfare.

The chicken simply...is.

But then there's always the dancing chicken, which doesn't cross roads. This chicken chooses the softer footfalls upon a wooden deck with it's counterpart, attired in black tux and fashionable Dansko where others aspire to tread.

Don't...cross this chicken.