Eggs

Ozzy:When I wake upFirst thing I doEggsIs to look aroundFor something to chew«Eggs-actly»Feeding myself is very, very trickyBecause you see, I’m ridiculously pickyEggsThis StruthiomimusWon’t settle for the dregsI’ll borrowI’ll begI’ll even kiss youFor my dear beloved dose…Of eggsStrut:Hurry, Ozzy, I’m so hungryI can’t wait for another minute.Here’s a juicy little leafWith a beautiful stick in it.Can’t I have a taste…If I promise just to lick it?Ozzy:You imbecilic eaterGreat green globs couldn’tPossibly be sweeterThan a pile of eggsYou’ve got to smell them, feel them, crack them openFor a great big nestful I am hopingStrut:I’m starving! I’m weak!There’s nothing in my tummy.The mold on that treeIs starting to look yummy.Ozzy:The colors and shapes and assorted sizesGobble them all for appetizersEggs-tasyStrut:Ozzy, what’s the matter with a little vegetation?Ozzy:I’ve had it up to here with this aggravation!Strut:Can’t I have this piece of a tree?Ozzy:Why can’t you be more like me?You leaf-lovingBush-burpingStem-smellingGarden-gorgingPlant-popping, tree-tasting,Dirt-devouring beast!You’ve got to have eggsThrice a dayAt least