The Egg
Her slender, delicate fingers
Gently shell the boiled egg
Underneath brown speckled shell
She finds the purest white
She lifts the gleaming egg to her smooth-lipped mouth
She opens her mouth, parts her lips
Her even, perfect teeth come down
And take a bite
She grins, she looks down
At the most amazing orange-yellow
A color yolk you can only find in the country
or in the city if you’re lucky
She gently sets the egg down on her plate
Lifts her steaming mug to her lips
And sips her unbelievable coffee
She plans her day
The gym, a massage, shopping, a film
As she lifts that beautiful egg
to her crisp even perfect teeth again
All words and music by Dave Hall ©
Publisher: Row House Music PRO: ASCAP
