I once knew an egg by the name of Steve. Was laid by a moo cow, I believe. Wore pants, suspenders, and a tie. Only washed his face on the fifth of July. Steve took a nap in a frying pan, and woke up next to sausages. Steve the egg, Steve the egg, how did he wear pants without no legs. Steve the egg, Steve the egg, he woke up next to sausages!