The Perfect Egg

The egg; a standing ovation in a shell A fluid protected in its thin infinity The unborn child of a chicken A fragile innocence in gooey liquid Never to grow up and out of it  That does not travel well When dropped from great heights Say a tall building, an airplane in flight Or from the top of the Grand Canyon A yoke offers small protection from a fall Yodeling won't help it either It does not matter to the egg Though it has no wings just yet And it never will The egg has no memory to forget It has no fear of anything not oval A perfect egg is boiled for three minutes Cracked open gently with a silver spoon Saddled with a side of toast and bacon hot Some butter, with salt and pepper sprinkled  The egg makes a nice treat in yellow and white A marvelous guest dressed up in Hollandaise  Easy to serve and easy to digest  Always on the menu of memory at breakfast