Jack the Egg
Jack the egg
Jumped into the pan
And sat on the leg
Of the bacon man.
Then old Mister Fork
With his four little fingers
Scrambled together
In fiery weather
Jack the egg
And the bacon man
On the iron seat
Of the frying pan,
And that is how
My day began!
Copyright © Brian Faulkner | Year Posted 2008
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