This Old Egg

This old egg

Said shake a leg

And take a walk

With me

I said okay

On this fine day

Because the walk was free

I put a leash

Right on the egg

Because he couldn’t see

But he wore some glasses

All the same

On our walk down to the sea

There was a bee

Next to a tree

Who was buzzing all about

He asked the egg

Whose name was Greg

What was our journey’s route

But all Bee got

Was a sneer

Because this old egg

Had no ears to hear

We soon arrived

By the clear sea

Where a small trout

Looked straight at me

He looked quite stout

For a small trout

And kept a wary eye

For the small sprout

that was sitting so nearby

Stop that egg

The poor trout said

As his sprout was tumbled

By and by

But this old egg

Whose name was Greg

Did not open up his mouth

For the situation here at hand

Had gone very south

It was then I woke up

From my sleep

To find chocolate
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