The story of the egg on the brick who fell down (**I don’t know the actual title*) is a very famous poem carried from generations to generations to generations. However this poem is not as cute and heartwarming and catchy as it seems. Who knew the poem of the egg on the brick who fell down was full of war and blood and heart breaking. Today we will hear the story of the egg that was scrambled.
There once was an egg on a brick
His hair was always slick
And he was always happy
Because he was always with his family
But one day poor little eggy
Had to say bye to his Daddy
And cried and cried and cried
Because well…? His daddy was fried
Then one day war broke out
And without any doubt
He went to his brick to think
But the bacon soldiers, they were thick
Eggy was dragged and cracked
He was in attacked
He screamed and cried
“Why Bacon WHY????”
But the Bacon was already cracking
And Eggy was shouting
“Cruel world never thinks about me!”
And everyone could see
Yellow blood flowing from the orange shell
Eggy’s mom was ready to rebel
But she was too Afraid
That it was already too late
And as she thought
The Bacon’s were already holding a fork
Eggy’s pure golden blood shining in the sun
The game was done
Eggy’s blood was on the plate
It was already too late
Eggy has been turned into soft salty and sweet
The thing no one can compete
Tasty scrambled eggs
And even though Eggy’s mom begged and begged
The soldiers ate it all
And Eggy’s mom had no choice but to fall
Seeing the soldiers eat her son
Fire flew around in her eyes, oh they were done
Cause that’s the day Ol’ Eggepenie Stwert swore revenge
“Watch out cause out of all the people in this world, my son, I will avenge.
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