When the great-grandmother got his hands on,
He pecked from behind, the great-grandfather kidnapped,
The genes in the prag are mixed,
new genes were created from mutations.
...and so a pracura made into an egg,
The cities of prasagna are shrinking.
Angry parent “not my child!”
...but thanks to that hens (as you know)
Today, in billions, eggs are laid
By not moving distant like a rabbit.
So, herrold, announce in the world:
"Thanks to the mutation of the egg eats today".
