GARDEN EGG

Ah it’s just a little garden egg

It’s just a little garden egg

I love to be a garden egg

Then it divides up into two

Then it is something that is you

But if it’s something that is you

Ah is that really true? 

Ah what if we’re something else instead

A bed of flowers or a bed

And also sparkles in my head?

I am my lover’s flower bed

Or also something that is true

And I am everything instead

I’m is that flower bed? 

I just know I’m golden 

A little garden egg 

Going on, golden

A little garden egg

Ah it’s just a little garden egg

What fun to be a garden egg

At least that’s what the teacher said

Then it divides up into two

I love to be a garden egg

A bed of flowers or a bed

Or is that really true? 

Ah I love to be a garden egg

A bed of flowers or a bed

Of roses in your lovers hair

And all those roses come to bear

And then they open up instead

And being such a flower bed

Lets me be a garden egg (haha!)