Written by Perverse Psychology
So, let me get this right . . .
One night, Daddy planted a seed in Mummy?
Inside her tummy?
In an Egg!
Was it runny or scrambled or fried?
I’ve tried to understand…
But how can an Egg, and how can a seed
Have a cuddle in Mummy and then make me?
I don’t look like a chicken
I don’t look like a tree,
I don’t have any feathers
I don’t have any leaves.
I find it hard to believe,
I think you’re telling me lies….
Ok, next question…
What happens when we die?