The Easter Egg From Hell

Easter fun When I was a kid Family dying eggs, Then my father hid Each egg penciled With a value... 5 cents, A dime, A quarter, A dollar.... They were hard to find... And if good money, We'd holler! But one year Things went awry One egg could not be found, And we did wonder why... As a matter 'a fact, We didn't even know... It was missing.... Till the smell started to grow... Three years later We found that devilish egg, Surely a pawn of the devil What else could it be? Could smell the son of a gun, But could not see.... He'd placed it in the top track, Of the livingroom sliding door Well out of sight, But an odor you could not ignore So follow your nose, If a fool you be.... Just don't dare... Come crying to me... I hate damn eggs anyway Unless scrambled.... They're okay..... So try something different More imaginative for makin' And try and hide, A pound of bacon!