Bock, Bock, BOCK, the Sky is falling, the Sky is Falling, THE SKY IS FALLING. Chicken Little stumbled across the barnyard, fluttering her wings, tangerine rust feathers dropping to the ground, BOCK, THE SKY HAS FALLEN, scratching at the dirt until dust rises UP into the air, BOCK, SKY HAS FALLEN. Chicken Little nervously pecks at the scattered corn, chicken feed, BOCK, BOCK, BOCK, honey fire, her soul is sun burst. THE SKY IS FALLING. Wings flapping, this bird has got too much heart. THE SKY IS FALLING.