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Dear Lord, the day of eggs is here |
[Francine] |
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Grab a skillet, crack a beer |
[Karin] |
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Souffled, scrambled, even devilled |
[Will_H] |
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Heaped too high they can be leveled |
[Francine] |
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By hungry orphans, so sad and dishevelled |
[Karin] |
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Silky and albuminous, eggs shall lift the gloom in us! |
[Will_H] |
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And their shells are so luminous!
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[Francine]
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Heaven help me! My ankle shows |
[Evan] |
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And through my socks appear my toes |
[Beefy] |
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I am so poor--oh, how I'm cursed! |
[Francine] |
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All my shillings have been disbursed |
[Karin] |
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And just look at my lips - they're pursed! |
[Beefy] |
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Do I deserve such poverty? Will no one pause to offer tea? |
[Will_H] |
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Alas! Alack! Oh, woe is me! |
[Francine] |