broke egg mountain

climbing mount hood in the winter
they fall and break their eggs
oh where is our chicken now?
there in a glacial pen.
feed us, little hen, eat a snowflake.
here comes the helicopter,
do now not fly o winter recreation fowl.
we need eggs at the summit,
farmer fresh i carry thee.
my canteen of petrol will fry your orb,
rocky or not
the city of brotherly love is founded on the shells of giants.
there, a foodcart space is reserved
we will level the place momentarily
there egg safe will unite
& pine oil fry icarus wings of junebugs
hatched mid jan