I Fried That Egg
I sat upon a stone cold wall
Where once an egg did sit
But, it had fallen loud and hard
Upon the ground, it split
I stared down to the falling place
Where Humpty’s life was fried
As all those men just couldn’t help
So Humpty Dumpty died
If he had known that I was there
Then another seat he’d take
But, I was there so way before
And determined Humpty’s fate
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
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