You're there on your knees with your feet tucked under, The morning sun, delivered by rays of wonder, It's casted bountiful in the center of our old rug. Taking my last sip from my cracked coffee mug, I salute you by borrowing our rooster's chant! Gifted toys gets a break from your daily enchant, As you jump on your feet and pull me out the door You are delighted to fulfill our morning chore.
The basket sways to and fro at the pace of your walk, We hold hands exchanging thoughts when we talk We arrive to collect the eggs that where laid And soon hold the answers for what last night you've prayed As we fill our basket you blow kisses in the air You thank the chickens for the eggs they've shared But there's always one egg that you store in your pocket To carry it you like, with your treasure found sprocket
‘till we get back inside I hope won't spill on your leg I ***** ways to replace it with a fresh boiled egg