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Chicken Little, What's the riddle? The sky is falling! Chicken Little, What's the puzzle? No sense balling. While you wail, You hasten our tale, Your unwillingness to bend, Has led to our end. Now how will you run, How will you hide? The sky is so vast and wide, Do ya think it weighs more than a ton? Hopefully, it's just full of hot air... Up there. And, the light, Will be light, As it falls on my noggin, I hope I've the notion, To know where to begin, To gain comprehension. Or, will my mind be clouded... In a fog? I guess it could be serious, To be whacked with a cirrus, Yipes! I suppose a nimbus, Could be mind numbing! Chicken Little, You've more experience than I, Can you help me get a handle, On the falling sky? Chicken Little, I understand the riddle, The sky is falling, And, I am balling, 'cause I can't understand, How to avoid our end, I can not comprehend, Bringing on our end.
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