Eggs,sir? Madamoiselle?
Poached,fired or gone to tail?
You put em In,we'll serve 'em up,
And down you're throat,and in your Grub,
We all feel low,but still we'll jingle,
Put out a halfpennorth o' shingle...
We'll Look alive,
and stay alive,
and look unto the happy side,
So,Lets Put some coffee In your cup,
and Lets ONLY have our eggs-Sunny Side Up....
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