When you crack an egg, be very careful,
Liquid gold spills soft and rareful.

The more they cost, the more I crave,
A treasure now, so wise to save.

They seem to taste far richer now,
Scarcity bestows a sacred vow.

A humble meal, yet prized so high,
We watch the shelves and wonder why.

So, we pray to God above,
For eggs in plenty—gifts of love.

MarkWaldrop