Eggs
Ozzy:
When I wake up
First thing I do
Eggs
Is to look around
For something to chew
«Eggs-actly»
Feeding myself is very, very tricky
Because you see, I’m ridiculously picky
Eggs
This Struthiomimus
Won’t settle for the dregs
I’ll borrow
I’ll beg
I’ll even kiss you
For my dear beloved dose…
Of eggs
Strut:
Hurry, Ozzy, I’m so hungry
I can’t wait for another minute.
Here’s a juicy little leaf
With a beautiful stick in it.
Can’t I have a taste…
If I promise just to lick it?
Ozzy:
You imbecilic eater
Great green globs couldn’t
Possibly be sweeter
Than a pile of eggs
You’ve got to smell them, feel them, crack them open
For a great big nestful I am hoping
Strut:
I’m starving! I’m weak!
There’s nothing in my tummy.
The mold on that tree
Is starting to look yummy.
Ozzy:
The colors and shapes and assorted sizes
Gobble them all for appetizers
Eggs-tasy
Strut:
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-loving
Bush-burping
Stem-smelling
Garden-gorging
Plant-popping, tree-tasting,
Dirt-devouring beast!
You’ve got to have eggs
Thrice a day
At least