"When I was brought up times were hard,

We had two chickens who laid eggs in our yard.

Mum put scrambled eggs on the table for us to eat,

We would  scramble to get them with our feet.

 

A boiled egg is hard to beat but easy to crack,

Devouring the scrambled,for the boiled we went back.

The walls of our terraced were so thin,

Peeling our onions,neighbours would cry when in.

 

Breakfast was our first meal and our last,

For lunch and dinner we did fast.!"