The Sage Cooks Breakfast

A wise old Sage in the woods one day
He cooked up some eggs on his campfire tray
The wise old Sage, he looked content
As he cooked his eggs on the fire’s vent

The sizzle of the eggs filled the air
As he cooked with a bit of care
He flipped the eggs with a ladle so true
The sizzle of the eggs, it filled the view

The Sage, he cooked up his meal with glee
The eggs, they cooked to perfection, you see
He served up the eggs on a tin plate
Enjoyed with friends, it was no debate

The wise old Sage, no ordinary man
To cook up eggs, it was his master plan
The wise old Sage, did not fool or jest
Cooking up eggs on the campfire’s best

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