Most days my face is an egg, but today it is a heroic oven-glove
It is from the second-world-war
It survived a bombing in London,
And helped a trapped woman free from burning rubble
The oven-glove is pink and a little bit burnt, but it looks nice
It helped to take pies out of an oven
And our soldiers ate these pies, and this made them strong
The oven-glove helped us to win the war
My friend thinks that the oven-glove should be in a museum, in a glass cabinet
'But it is my face' I said
My friend apologised, he said he forgot, he said he thought my face was still an egg
I liked my egg-face, but I like my oven-glove face, too
I think today is maybe just a special one off day
And tomorrow my face will be an egg again
It’ll be quieter and people won’t have so much to say about it,
But that can be nice