Why did the chicken cross the road? I don't know Mr. Farmer. Well chicken, it didn't, it's too chicken. Ha ha ha. Wait me Mr. Farmer. Yes chicken, cross the road. But, Mr. Farmer. I'm too chicken. Oh I get it. No really cross the road. So I can eat. What. Nothing, can you join me for dinner. Sure Mr. Farmer. Here I go. This is the end of the joke. Ha ha ha.