Sometimes a word fastens
Like a burr
To the gray folds of the brain
I picked up
Yegg
In a tangle of prose
And something in my head must
Like the way it sounds
Maybe because it rhymes with
Egg
Only more Yiddish
Or Seussical
But a Yegg
Is not a good egg
And if you meet one
You may have to beg for your life
Believe me
It's no fun being captive to a
Yegg
Yegg
Yegg
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