the egg Oh who that ever lived and loved Can look upon an egg unmoved? The egg it is the source of all. 'Tis everyone's ancestral hall. The bravest chief that ever fought, The lowest thief that e'er was caught, The harlot's lip, the maiden's leg, They each and all came from an egg. The rocks that once by ocean's surge Beheld the first of eggs emerge— Obscure, defenseless, small and cold— They little knew what eggs could hold. The gifts the reverent Magi gave, Pandora's box, Aladdin's cave, Wars, loves and the kingdoms, heaven and hell All lay within that tiny shell. Oh, join me gentlemen, I beg, In honoring our friend, the egg. Clarence Day back