Down, down!

Down, down, went the fat little egg!
Mr. Humpty, we all do lament:
Seems such a shame
To be off your game,
But we really are tired of Lent.

Long, long! We've worked for our meal
That you whittled away on your bets.
We've come for our pay
That you lost yesterday.
But I know you can make an omelette.

The End

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