Just Like Them Scrambled
Having been brought up in the country
we had a dog, cats, and hut full of hens
my job was collecting eggs each day
not realizing these hens would be friends
The first thing I tried to make
would you believe was scrambled egg
on my first few tries cooked a flop
but practise helped to gain an extra leg
Through the years I've enjoyed eggs
whether fried, poached or an omelette
but scrambled has always come out top
my mum's version left me in her debt
My favourite scrambled is nicely firm
don't like them when soft and runny
at early morn like an Americano
with scrambled egg roll, I would affirm
So that sums up my favourite egg
these hens produce a great feed
think of the effort they give to this
three cheers deserved we all agreed!
( I was thinking the other night ' how do I like my eggs?' so this is the result of my thoughts upon this question.)
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