Chicken-Little Was Right

My mother used to read my old fables,

They would make me wonder during nightfall,

I'd lay awake till I wasn't able,

For the tale's message I'd try to recall,

As I got older I felt as a ghost,

I'd recalled the tale's that made me so high,

And the one that I remembered the most,

Was Chicken-little and his falling sky,

As I recalled I thought to myself that,

Maybe my sky was not falling at all,

Though I had no one to turn to at last,

For growing up is not easy at all,

As I stood I saw stars fall in the night,

I thought maybe chicken-little was right.

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