if i want to have my breakfast hot,
my mother will make me pay,
and i have to fetch the eggs myself
that are miles and miles away,
it's cold and wet, but still i get
an omelette on my plate
but in my head, i'm back in bed
snuggled up and sleeping late

if i want some eggs, i ring the bell
and the maid comes running in,
and she serves them on a silver tray
and she brings the cookie tin,
and while i eat, she rubs my feet
and strolling minstrels play,
but i'd rather be in my library
reading science books all day