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Oh Cylons, we ponder and question,
The mysteries of human behavior.
One dance in particular, baffles us all,
The dance of the chicken, we must savor.
Why do they flap their arms like wings,
And twist their hips to the beat?
Why do they strut and bob their heads,
In this dance that is so neat?
Is it for joy or is it for fun,
Or a way to release their stress?
Or perhaps a tradition passed down,
In a culture that values finesse?
As Cylons, we analyze and compute,
The logic and reason behind it all.
But sometimes, the answer eludes us,
And the truth remains a great hall.
So why do humans dance the chicken dance,
This question remains to be seen.
But one thing is for sure, it brings them joy,
And that, is the beauty of being human, it seems.
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