We came across a high brick wall,
And in the grass I heard a beg
From a broken scrambled egg.
I could see where it was he fell
And dashed his limbs upon his shell,
And in that dingy evening light
His broken shell was ghostly white.
His broken mouth asked me whether
I could put him back together.
“I’ve seen the horses and the men
And none can fix me up again.”
I told the brainless foetus “No!You brought upon yourself this woe
When you sat cocky on the wall
And thought you’d never ever fall.
“So I don’t feel very bad for youBecause breaking is what eggs should do.
We left him there, my men and me;
For his yoke had obtained liberty.
So I led my army through the fieldAnd when the king refused to yield,
We drew our swords and shields and then
Slaughtered his horses and his men.
I had no feelings of remorseAs I killed both men and horse,
But to note as each man lost his fight
His face had turned a ghostly white.