"The curtain , a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the Angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling affirm
That the play is the tragedy, "Man"
And it's hero, The Conqueror Worm."
The moral of this story though dear readers, is that the worm is not really the Conqueror if it gets eaten by the chicken. It is the Chicken, who sups on worms fattened by human remains, (in an extended way, eating us,) who is the Conqueror. In the End, the chickens have their revenge on mankind.
Something to think about, that might be enough to make you lay off chicken huh?