Love Those Little Buggers

Could easily eat eggs three times a day
Love those little buggers so much
Thanks to the hens for being so gracious
Providing us with omelettes and such

Heard some people even eat 'em raw
Now that's not for me I'm afraid
Said I loved 'em but I must draw the line
Not for me even if I was paid

If hens could talk I'm sure they'd be saying
“What are you people doing
Eating 'em raw was never in the contract”
They'd be clucking like hell or fuming

My relationship with almost all of the hens
Is mutually one of good trust
I go by the rules, over-easy or omelettes
Respecting their feelings is a must

May think I'm strange talking to chickens
Have other strange quirks as well
But they'll have to wait for another day
My brain must rest for a spell