That Poor Mr. Egg

That Poor Mr Egg
What was he think'n
to go up that high, well he must've been drink'n

See Poor Mr. Egg Was A shell of a man
Why he climbed that great Wall I'll never understand

He climed to the top, way out on a ledge, he said
Hey!, Look at me, as he leaned over the edge.

Yes he sat on that wall and waved at all the passers by
and they waved back at him and I'm sure they wondered why?

After all, who in the world was he try'n to impress?
Was it his wife?, or just another egg in a dress

Regardless of all of the reasons why
I tell ya for a egg, he was jut to blame high

For the strong winds came, he rocked forward
then back
That's when I saw him fall, and yes, I heard him crack!

I ran to the scene with my pan and my short little legs
Cause I tell ya my friends, noth'ns better than ham
with eggs