Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Poem: The Egg

If you listen very carefully, you'll hear the chicken hatching.
At first there scarecly was s sound, but now a steady scratching;
and now the egg begins to crack, the scratching starts to quicken,
as anxiously we all await the exit of the chicken.

And now a head emerges from the darkness of the egg,
and now a bit of fluff appears, and now a tiny leg,
and now the chicken's out at last, he's shaking himself loose.
But, wait a minute, that's no chicken...goodness, it's a goose.


*by Jack Prelutsky

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