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