Jimmy the boy,
Having seen his mother doing taichi,
Felt bored,
It seemed that the mother could not give him enough company,
Indeed.
He started to learn the steps,
But he was too ambitious a learner,
He could not bent as easily as a professional does,
To put simply, he was the young clown of the company.
He felt happy, nonetheless,
As he had just got praised by his teacher,
Too good a feeling to hide,
And he went around the park to the playground.
He saw two chicken,
One male, one female,
Sitting together,
He did not know what that was,
Happily he chased the poultry away.
Cuckeroo-cuckoo,
The fowls started to fly away,
He saw a precious egg,
Then he showed it to his mother,
Sensing victory over the small object,
Not yet known as a product of animal love.
"Let me cook you a soft-boiled egg,"
The mother winked at her son;
"Wouldn't that become a small chick?"
Jimmy asked his mother;
"Wouldn't you want a soft-boiled egg over a small chick?"
Carefully asked, Jimmy obliged,
And they finally got an egg to eat for breakfast.
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50 Poetry for a Happy Soul
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