I dream, as an egg, To one day take flight, To see many wonders, To flee my great plight.
Above hills and lakes, I'd soar through the sky, The breeze so refreshing, I'd fly till I die!
Alas! I must stay, A captive in here, Will I ever be free? Ah, life isn't fair.
Outside I hear shouts, Feet thumping loudly, The fridge door yanks open, Two eyes stare at me.
Screaming and yelling, I'm lifted up high! Two children are fighting, In fright do I cry.
Food flies through the air, The child prepares, Her arm now moves backwards, All I do is fear.
I'm thrown, no, I'm launched! I glide, oh, I soar! I'm joyful, ecstatic—
I'm thrown, no, I'm launched! I glide, oh, I soar! I'm joyful, ecstatic— Oh, wait . . . there's the floor.