Brekkie
I really look forward to brekkie each morning
It's my favourite meal of the day
Chickens, without doubt, are my favourite creatures
Laying eggs by the dozen without pay
But I don't want 'em to think they're irreplaceable
Their heads will get too big for the coop
They're bound to wind up when their laying's done
In a bowl of scrumptious chicken soup
Piggies really shouldn't get too complacent either
There's only one reason for their existence
The chopping block is their final destination
Unless the farmer, they can outdistance
Hey you Mr. Spud, don't think you're superior
Your days are numbered for sure
Those hash browns with gravy are a real favourite
With onions and just a scent of manure
Holy cadoodle! I'm drooling in my PJs
My age apparently doesn't matter
The thought of all those yummy brekkie goodies
Can still make my heart go pitter patter
© Jack Ellison 2012
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