Frank: Ladies, ladies, why are you in such a hurry? Stop and smell the flowers.
Rose: We can't. The sky is falling.
Frank: Run that by me once again?
Rose: Ohh.
All: [singing] A piece of blue sky Just fell on her head Just fell on my head The wherefore and why are best left unsaid But we have a hunch, and it's appalling That like it or not, the sky is falling
Rose: Help! Disaster is near.
Blanche: Help! We're tremblin' with fear.
Dorothy: Help. The outlook is drear.
All: We're dreadin' Armageddon may disrupt our career And though he may refuse the news we bring We must fly and try to warn the king.