In the soft glow of dawn’s first light,
Lies a treasure pure and white,
Encased in a shell so delicate,
A promise of nourishment, we celebrate.

From the coop to the kitchen’s embrace,
A simple egg, full of grace,
Boiled, scrambled, or fried with zest,
It stands apart, among the rest.

The yolk, a sunburst so bright,
Illuminates the morning’s quiet flight,
With each bite, a story unfolds,
Of warmth, comfort, and tales untold.

So here’s to the egg, in all its forms,
A symbol of life, through all its storms,
Humble in nature, yet grand in worth,
A timeless gift, from the heart of the earth.