The Hunt of the Buffalo Chicken

To new York's thousand Islands came a Tourist group
With their risk release forms all signed and submitten
On a day in September in the Maitre D sloop
On a hunt for the mythical Buffalo Chicken

Jack Schmidt was from Hamburg, he carried big guns
Tarah Misu was painting her nails
Callum de Chowder carried spices and buns
And Reuben, his porter, stood at the rails

The captain was gruff. He put on a show
Of mystery, danger, adventure, forbidding
But the crew wasn't fooled, they were all in the know
It was all of it posturing, acting, just kidding

"Last chance," warned the captain, "You are sealing your doom!"
Their daring, though fake, made their heartbeats all quicken
The crew stepped ashore, Jack Schmidt whistled a tune
"You are all now just feed for the Buffalo Chicken!"

Tarah and Jack took a selfie together
While Callum and Reuben ate pepper and rabbit
Callum and Reuben were arguing whether
Salting the tail of the chicken could trap it

Jack Schmidt forged ahead, the rest followed behind
Chatting, til they found Jack Schmidt's guns on the ground
They called out for Jack, waited quite a long time
But it seemed the Hamburger was not to be found

Then the Buffalo Chicken with gaping jaws
Towered above, its feathers dark blue
This chicken had lips and teeth and claws
And it let out a deafening cock-a-doodle-doo

Callum stared up at the chicken in horror
He forgot all about salt, he just ran like heck
But the Buffalo Chicken caught up in short order
And ate him headfirst with one giant peck

Reuben escaped. He hid on a hill
Watching for danger, he was glad of his luck
He surveyed the forest, then felt a sharp chill
When above him he heard a soft cluck

Breathless, disheveled, Tarah ran to the shore
But she found that the captain long since pulled away
He'd deserted them there, he had gone back for more
Foolish tourists he could feed to his chicken next day

This was in response to a prompt on reddit.com r/WritingPrompts, "Your expedition team has nearly been wiped out, picked off one by one. You're being hunted by the apex predator thought to be a myth: the Buffalo Chicken.".