When You're First,
You Don't Know Any Better
If the chicken came before the egg,
the first hen to lay one must have vowed
never again to lift her leg,
cuz when she did, her insides fell out.
But if the egg came before the chicken,
the chicken inside must've, under his breath,
sworn if he kept up his fussin' and kickin',
he'd scramble himself to death.
(C) 1998, Arden Davidson
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