And was always an [egg].
But the theory now goes
That the apple's an [egg],
And the pear is, and so's
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only knows
What will next prove an [egg].
You, of course, are an [egg]-
But were always an [egg].”
We have had apple-shaped eggs, and pear-shaped eggs, and cone-shaped eggs, but this is the first time we got a triangular shaped egg!
By any other shape, an egg is still an egg, right?
- From the poem “The Rose Family” by Robert Frost, the chicken farmer and poet, with additions by Hilltops free range – replacing the ‘rose’ with an ‘egg’