Ballad of the Chicken King. Made with A.I.

Down in Kentucky, a long time ago,
Lived a man with a dream and a secret to show.
He had a white suit and a bolo tie,
And a twinkle of chicken ambition in his eye!


Oh Colonel Sanders, the chicken king,
Frying up goodness, it’s his favorite thing!
Eleven herbs and spices, his magical mix,
Now he’s the ruler of the crispy chick!

He started in a kitchen by a roadside stand,
With a pressure cooker and a steady hand.
Folks came running when they smelled that fry,
“Best chicken in the world!” they’d loudly cry.

Oh Colonel Sanders, the chicken king,
Frying up goodness, it’s his favorite thing!
Golden and crispy, finger-lickin’ good,
He built a fried chicken empire, just like he should.

They said, “Colonel, this chicken’s divine!
Won’t you share your recipe and make it mine?”
He said, “No way, that’s my secret code,
But I’ll sell it to ya—franchise mode!”

Now his face is everywhere, from signs to buckets,
His legacy’s stronger than a plate of biscuits!
From Nashville to Tokyo, they all sing his song,
The Colonel's chicken kingdom keeps rollin’ along.

Oh Colonel Sanders, the chicken king,
Frying up goodness, it’s his favorite thing!
From thighs to wings and drumsticks too,
The Colonel made chicken dreams come true.

So here’s to the Colonel, with his southern charm,
He turned fried chicken into a global alarm!
If you’re ever hungry, just give him a call,
‘Cause the Colonel’s chicken will conquer them all!

🎶 Long live the chicken king! 🍗👑