One egg a day, is that too much to ask? You have no other job, just one simple task.
I know that you're laying, it's easy to tell. I see the remains, the empty cracked shells.
I give you shelter, fresh water, and feed. Why can't you leave just one egg for me?
I'm getting frustrated, here's my warning to you: If you don't stop eating eggs, I might make chicken stew!
Joining Katie at Wild Spring to celebrate National Poetry Month.
Shared on The Self Sufficient Home Acre for the Home Acre Hop.