eggy? Eggish?
Joy In The Morning
Yes, I remember Steeple Bumpleigh,
The baaing sheep, the lowing beeves,
The chaffering chickens scratching plumply,
The reassuring hand of Jeeves,
Sweet Nobby Hopwood, so good-eggy,
Soul-mate to Boko Fittleworth,
Edwin the boy-scout, dire and dreggy,
Ought to have been put down at birth,
The jealousy of Stilton Cheesewright,
The drippiness of Florence Craye,
The twittering birds and buzzing bees right
Through the unending summer’s day,
The loopiness of Uncle Percy,
The ghastliness of Bertie’s aunt,
You have to say it’s such a mercy –
For Jeeves there’s no such word as can’t.
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