From time immemorial the existential philosophical questions revolve around chickens. Honestly, sure you asked yourself all along the question "why did the chicken cross the road", right?
Many different scenarios have been worked out as to the why and wherefore of the chicken's crossing of the road, and the answers, ancient and modern, have profound philosophical ramifications.

An age old question, and one much debated in intellectual circles. Here, then, for your edification and enlightenment is the answer to this most intriguing conundrum, as dictated by some of the worlds greatest sages...

For the greater good.

It is in the nature of chickens to cross roads.

It was an historical inevitability.

Because that's the only trip the establishment would let it take.

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

Chickens at rest tend to stay at rest. Chickens in motion tend to cross the road.

I don't recall. What was the question?

To boldly go where no chicken has gone before.

Because of an excess of phlegm in its pancreas.

Deregulation of the chicken's side of the road was threatening its dominant market position. The chicken was faced with significant challenges to create and develop the competencies required for the newly competitive market.
Andersen Consulting, in a partnering relationship with the client, helped the chicken by rethinking its physical distribution strategy and implementation processes. Using the Poultry Integration Model (PIM), Andersen helped the chicken use its skills, methodologies, knowledge, capital and experiences to align the chicken's people, processes and technology in support of its overall strategy within a Program Management framework.
Andersen Consulting convened a diverse cross-spectrum of road analysts and best chickens along with Anderson consultants with deep skills in the transportation industry to engage in a two-day itinerary of meetings in order to leverage their personal knowledge capital, both tacit and explicit, and to enable them to synergize with each other in order to achieve the implicit goals of delivering and successfully architecting and implementing an enterprise-wide value framework across the continuum of poultry cross-median processes.
The meeting was held in a park-like setting, enabling and creating an impactful environment which was strategically based, industry-focused, and built upon a consistent, clear, and unified market message and aligned with the chicken's mission, vision, and core values. This was conducive towards the creation of a total business integration solution. Andersen Consulting helped the chicken change to become more successful.

No. The road represents the black man; the chicken is the white man. The chicken crossed the black man in order to trample him and keep him down. The chicken is free to move, free to do as he pleases.

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

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. YEAH! YEAH!

You saw it cross the road with your own eyes. How many more chickens have to cross the road before you believe it?

It was a simple bio-mechanical reflex that is commonly found in chickens.

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

The point is that the chicken crossed the road. Who cares why? The end of crossing the road justifies whatever motive there was.

But soft, what bird on yonder asphalt trots?

It's not that they cross, but that they cross like chickens.

So that its subjects will view it with admiration, as a chicken which has the daring and courage to boldly cross the road, but also with fear, for whom among them has the strength to contend with such a paragon of avian virtue? In such a manner is the princely chicken's dominion maintained.

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 fact that you are at all concerned that the chicken crossed the road reveals your underlying sexual insecurity. You see, to you the road represents the barrier between what is and what might be. What is…is you in front of the computer screen, practicing celibacy, peering into your mother's womb, wishing to be suckled at her breast (in this case, at the teats of internet knowledge and passive acceptance), hating the reflection in the screen that reminds you of your father, thinking how you life can never measure up… What might be, only the chicken knows, now that he has crossed...

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.

Interesting...

I have just released the new Chicken Office 2000, which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your checkbook.

The question is not, "Why did the chicken cross the road?" Rather, it is, "Who was crossing the road at the same time, whom we overlooked in our haste to observe the chicken crossing?"

Chickens, over great periods of time, have been naturally selected in such a way that they are now genetically disposed to cross roads.

It was not logical for the chicken to do so, but I have frequently observed that the behaviour of chickens is not logical...

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

Asking this question denies your own chicken nature.

The chicken did not cross the road .. it transcended it.

To die. In the rain.

I was at no time alone in a room with a chicken.

You tell me!

To take one small step for a chicken and one giant leap for chicken-kind.

How many roads must a chicken walk down...?

Also if the chicken tries to escape to the other side - I'll prove that it has sex with the President.