Verse 1: Eggs, eggs, oh what a fright, prices soaring overnight. Once so cheap, now out of sight, seems like breakfast lost the fight! Verse 2: Oh, Uncle Sam – the hens don’t lay, they packed their bags, they’ve run away. Bird flu struck, the shelves are bare, but Denmark’s got eggs to spare! Chorus: Eggs for sale, eggs for sale! America begs, the pride grows pale! Denmark laughs – oh, what’s the cost? The empire dreams, the eggs are lost! Verse 3: Once they wanted Greenland’s land, buy a country – ain’t that grand? Now they’re knocking at the door, just for eggs… and nothing more! Bridge: “Oh dear Denmark, won’t you lend a hand? We wanted your country, but eggs will do, man! Forget the past, it’s just old news – what matters now is breakfast food!” Last Chorus: Eggs for sale, eggs for sale! Denmark grins – America’s frail! Once an empire, now they plea, for a dozen eggs and some dignity!
