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A disconnected acorn fell

On little Chicken Licken's head.

She didn't blame the guilty tree...

She blamed the blameless sky instead.



She told her foolish,naive friends

The sky had tumbled on her head,

And so they all became afraid

that very soon they'd all be dead.



It never pays to be too quick

To credit any silly chook

With knowing what fell on her head...

You'd be advised to go and look.



Should the sky fall to the ground

There'd be a hole up in the blue,

Then when we looked up in the air

We'd be surprised to see right through.



An acorn,though,is but a seed

That lives upon the oaken bough.

When it falls upon your head

You'll know it's not the blue sky now!



A chicken knows not time of day.....

A feathered, brainless,silly bird!

To say the sky fell on your head

Is,to say the least,absurd!



So if a chicken comes to you

And tells you that the sky fell down,

Wring it's foolish, skinny neck;

Cook it panfried,golden brown.