The excellent egg sat on the table unable to move
for it was the solstice and it was in a planetary groove
It sat still just for a moment, it couldn't dare to fall
Oh, if I could be that egg, when I'm challenged to stand tall
If I could find inside myself a true north compass trail
A magnet to guide me toward Heaven
a road where I can't fail
I would crow like a rooster
and shake it like a Hen
just to read that special map
again
I would go to Italy I would go to Rome
I would go so far that I'd never come home
Dipped in star dust wrapped in galaxy
moon dust in my shoes.
