Dying Eggs (Ep 109)

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In our kitchen on the Saturday before Easter in 2013 a wacky moment occurred. As young women sat around our table dying eggs for a Sunday morning hunt. I grabbed my guitar and starting singing goofy stuff about dying eggs. Not dying as in coloring. Dying as in becoming dead! I offer the song to you today for your enjoyment. Dying Eggs Verse 1: Sterile and white, Not a chance for life, No rooster to fertilize Snatched from under their mamas Placed in a cardboard crate. Chorus 1: Dying eggs, dying eggs, Dying eggs, dying eggs, Dying eggs, dying eggs, Placed in a cardboard crate, Oh, those dying eggs. Verse 2: Lying in rows Which a farmer chose For their final resting place. Shipped in a truck to a grocery store Set on a cold, hard shelf. Chorus 2: Dying eggs, dying eggs, Dying eggs, dying eggs, Dying eggs, dying eggs, Set on a cold, hard shelf, Oh, those dying eggs. Verse 3: Purchased for kids, dropped in boiling liquids, Like a cob of golden corn. Colors in cups, each egg takes a dip Readying for Easter morn. Chorus 3: Dying eggs, dying eggs, Dying eggs, dying eggs, Dying eggs, dying eggs, Readying for Easter morn Oh, those dying eggs. Verse 4: Hid in the grass, All the children pass, They can’t find the stealthy eggs. Forgotten for days, In the heat and the haze, Their shells begin to crack. Chorus 4: Rotten eggs, rotten eggs, Rotten eggs, rotten eggs, Rotten eggs, rotten eggs, Their shells begin to crack. Oh, those rotten eggs. 2013 Mike Neifert

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