You just never know, especially, when you look at life like a farm
No matter how vigilant the farmer, you can not see everything
You think you counted each time the rooster was with the hens
You calculate the odds
You think you’ve calculated the odds
Yet as you wait
As you candle your eggs your still not sure
You wait the allotted time and harvest your eggs
See in real husbandry we don’t refrigerate the eggs
We leave on the kitchen counter
Mostly you have true eggs but every so often you find a chic (k) in you house

