Martin Mull sings a song about eggs. The lyrics lament about how whenever there is nothing to eat there are always eggs.
This piece was originally supposed to read breakfast served all day but there wasn't room for the word breakfast. I like it when I see a sign in a diner window that says they serve breakfast all day, because you know you can go in there and eat something that is dependable. Oh sure the toast might be soggy or the eggs might be runny, but for the most part breakfast is a meal that is hard to mess up.
Metal tray, tin watercolor box bottom, children's tin toy food and dish, cup and saucer. Letters are cut from a Dewart's pencil box and a Crayola box.