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I'm A Poached Egg
by George Gershwin and Ira Gershwin

Way back in Noah's Ark,
When couples came to park,
It is stated
They were fated
To be truly mated.

And so I dreamed a little dream:
Like them we’d be a team,
The tightest two-some
Hist’ry could reveal;
But the way you act of late
Had made me feel that

I’m a poached egg without a piece of toast,
Yorkshire pudding without a beef to roast,
I’m a haunted house that hasn’t got a ghost
When I’m without you.

I’m a mouse-trap without a piece of cheese,
I’m Vienna without the Viennese,
I’m Da Vinci without the Mona Lis’,
I’m skies without blue.

When you don’t hang around
I’m a kangaroo without a hop.
When will you show me
that as Romeo I’m not a flop?

I’m a western without a hitching post,
I’m a network without a coast to coast,
Just a poached egg without a piece of toast,
Each time I’m without you.

I’m Las Vegas without a slot machine,
I’m a gypsy without a tambourine,
I’m Napoleon without a Josephine
When I’m without you.

I’m a letter without the right address,
I’m a sandwich with only watercress,
I’m a tenant, the kind they dispossess,
I’m bill without coo.

There comes a time I don’t know
If I’m I or a wrestling match.
The way you treat me,
They’ll greet me at the booby hatch.

I’m a lawyer who never won a case,
I’m a missile that can’t get into space,
Just a poached egg with egg upon its face,
Each time I’m without you.