Big rock falling to the land?
From the sky, no one knew,
how to stop, or divert it.
So, they came up with a plan.
Phew!

Shoot, a rocket thru the clouds.
Fill it with Cesium.
Blast until, there’s just dirt.
Chicken Little! Peeps loud!  
“RUN!”

“Mammasita,  mama, see:
stuff, falls from, up above.
Boinked me on my skull as,
I was dozing in the tree;
with the dove.”

“Hit me on my feathered head
so hard, it made me cluck.
Pebbles, powder, wafting down.
Looks like sand, is blood red:  
DUCK!”

Like manna, for the live stocks.
Covering the whole grounds.
Every field, river, lake.
Hickory’s dickeries, docks and towns.

Mouse’s growing, with one eye.
Hen eggs glowing, in the dark.
Moo’ers: All sprouting wings.
Birdie, birdie, in the sky,
Elsie’s now a meadowlark.