Friday, May 23, 2014

The Happy Egg

There was a little little bird.
It was just born out of its mother
--still was an egg.
It couldn't sing.
It couldn't walk.
It couldn't fly.
It could just get sat on.
So it got sat on
and sat on
and sat on
and sat on
and sat on
and sat on
and sat on
and sat on
 and one day, POP! out it came
--could sing, could walk , could learn to fly
--could someday sit on other happy eggs.

By Ruth Krauss

As a reward for keeping an eye on her chickens, my excellent friend Jaime let me have some of her awesome eggs! Aren't they lovely?

2 comments:

Jaime said...

Soooooooo lovely. :)

Sally said...

Thanks again Jaime!