CHILDREN´S STORY BOOK

10 Reasons for my Foodies 

I´m just an egg, who wants to run away,

I really hate to beg, not to be scrambled. 

So one day I left, out of the blue,

but I had to run back because I forgot my shoe.

I jumped on the bus, in a bit of a hurry,

until momma egg saw me try to scurry.

It was a success, and I was on my way,

until I became afraid of what my foodie friends would say. 

So that´s when I thought, to tell my friends why,

I knew they would be worried, that I´d never say bye.

So i came up with an idea, of ten reasons why, 

I ran away from home and was about to be fried.

 My friend tink the toast, you are number one,

I hope you know, I had no fun.

I ran as fast as I could, in a bit of a jamble,

yelling ¨momma please! don let me scramble!¨

My friend hank the hash brown, you are number two,

and I know by the end, you will surely get the clue.

I ran as fast as I could, in a bit of a jamble,

yelling ¨momma please! don let me scramble!¨

My friend penny the pancake, you are number three,

please don´t tell the others, I beg you, I plead.

I ran as fast as I could, in a bit of a jamble,

yelling ¨momma please! don let me scramble!¨

My friend willy the waffle, you are number four, 

don´t let the others hear, and please shut the door.

I ran as fast as I could, in a bit of a jamble,

yelling ¨momma please! don let me scramble!¨

Mt friend sam the sausage, youŕe number five.

I wanted to leave, but you know I can´t drive.

I ran as fast as I could, in a bit of a jamble,

yelling ¨momma please! don let me scramble!¨

My friend billy the bacon, you´re number six,

I promise I am not lying, and this isn´t a trick.

I ran as fast as I could, in a bit of a jamble,

yelling ¨momma please! don let me scramble!¨

My friend cecilia the cereal, you are number seven, 

I beg you to hear me, I am not ready for heaven.

I ran as fast as I could, in a bit of a jamble,

yelling ¨momma please! don let me scramble!¨

My friend freddy the frosted flake, you are number eight,

this wasn´t meant to be, it was not fate.

I ran as fast as I could, in a bit of a jamble,

yelling ¨momma please! don let me scramble!¨

My friend bucky the bagel, you are number nine,

I was in really big trouble, and it might be a sign.

I ran as fast as I could, in a bit of a jamble,

yelling ¨momma please! don let me scramble!¨

My friend milly the muffin, you are the last,

please don´t tell the others, about my not-so-great past.

I ran as fast as I could, in a bit of a jamble,

yelling ¨momma please! don let me scramble!¨ 

And my foodie friends, the story now comes to an end,

momma egg did find me, and told me to tell my friends.

I did run away, and I am not out of the dog house yet,

but now that I have explained, you all will forgive me, I bet.

Please be my friend, I love you all to much,

please just hear me out, I promise I will no longer be the crutch.

And that is what happened, when I begged ¨please do not let me cook¨

but all in all, this is just a book.

One door closes and another one opens,

along with another egg, who will soon be cracked open.

I want my illustrations to look something like this, but be walking with shoes on. All of my other characters will have the same face, but on their designated food. For example, pancakes, muffin, bacon, etc.