Chicken Big
It made sense the sky fell on Chicken Little
But Chicken Big doesn’t play second fiddle
So not to be beatin’
He just kept on eatin’
Until he doubled the size of his middle
Chicken Big’s now ready for his new calling
And this time it won’t be, just Little bawling
Coz the sky’s now ok
But the floor’s giving way
In fact Big is so big, the floor is falling
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