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Are you prepared?
On their way back to Earth, having been away for many years trying to discover a cure for avian flu, astronaut Bernard Matthews and his crew are brought out of their cryogenic sleep as their ship intercepts an interstellar distress signal. They crash-land on a planet that seems uninhabited, but are soon enslaved by giant, English-speaking chickens in leather jackets.
“It swept the planet and laid us low,
This terrible blow.
We travelled the skies, In search of a clue,
For this avian flu.
I returned with a cure, but now what really sickens,
Is that I’m being pushed around,
By a bunch of free-range chickens”
The Grauny’s other fantastic musical suggestions, including Oxford English Dictionary: The Musical, can be found here. This is all in celebration of NHS: The Musical and Shane Warne: The Musical… which are, scarily, genuine.