Oh humble egg, so smooth, so round,
A treasure waiting to be unbound.
Encased in shell, so crisp yet thin,
A universe of life within.
Golden yolk, like morning’s gleam,
Bathed in white, a cook’s daydream.
Softly boiled or fried with grace,
Poached to perfection—pure embrace.
A baker’s joy, a chef’s delight,
Binding flavors, lending light.
Risen cakes and custards grand,
Meringue peaks that softly stand.
In bubbling pans or buttered nests,
You fill our mornings, fuel our quests.
From omelets bright to soufflés tall,
A simple egg can do it all.
So here’s to you, oh gift so small,
The mightiest food—beloved by all!
