An egg can be many things.
A lizard, a fish, a thing with wings.
A winged thing, that springs and sings
Or maybe something with rings that stings?
My Egg will fly one day I bet.
On solar breeze or hot air jet.
I wonder if it will fly yet?
A test to set a bet I fret.
I let my egg fly in the air
Where it lands I did not care.
Near my friend chris it crashed not fair.
And on my car his egg did wear.
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