Envious Egg Poem by Ima Ryma

Just an ordinary egg, I
Am jealous of Easter eggs that
The Easter Bunny does supply
To hunt in human habitat.
Each Easter egg all colored be
With artful look, fancy and bright,
Treated like a celebrity
To bring to a child a delight.
But this ordinary egg is
Just one of twelve all cartonized,
Picked up by one in shopping biz
With eat me purpose recognized.

An ordinary egg, okay,
I guess I'll be one's good fryday.