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Eggin Along
Lighthearted poem about different ways to use eggs |
| The Hard Boiled Eggs Were singing a song When one got upset After singing it wrong He was sunny side up When he cracked Now this one egg Can never come back He’ll never be an omelet Nor a runny yolk His days are done He’ll have to sulk He no longer can sing He’s just a poached egg The way it appears You’re pulling my leg |