Look out up above, dude, it’s the falling Chinese rocket!
It’s gotta land somewhere, but they don’t know how to clock it.
It could crash in New York, L.A., Rio or Beijing.
It’s twenty tons, nine stories tall, so, really, no big thing.
It’s tumbling out of orbit, eighteen thousand miles an hour.
This is not your typical small mass of space junk shower.
The risk of killing people, Chinese say, is really small.
Perhaps it will fall in the sea, not killing folks at all.
The risk of death by falling metal’s like the lottery.
Some poor sap gets the big one, suddenly is history.
