Oh, delicious orb of fondant goo,
How you bewitch me each and every year.
Though the clucking rabbit that claims to lay you
Still confuses me,
No matter: A chocolate egg is still a chocolate egg.
Lesser chocolatiers may have you filled
With peanut butter, or caramel, or Snickers,
But of thee I ask, where’s the albumin? What of the faux yolk?
Nay, there’s only one true crème egg.
The one with the crème.
Heed not the haters,
For they are stupid idiots that don’t know what’s good.
No one can deny your rightful place nestled within Easter wicker
Among foil-covered chocolate rabbits, Peeps, jellybeans,
And those delicious malted milk speckled egg thingies.