©2009 Susan Noyes Anderson
Little boy blue, come throw your egg.
Your mom’s in the kitchen; just aim for her leg.
Where’s the little boy with the mischievous grin?
Why, he’s hatching a plan for his egg. Are you in?
Will you stop him? No, not I.
I’d rather see him let ‘er fly!
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