In shadowed pens where light and dark entwine,
A pig and chicken, cross a curious line.
Their whispered vows beneath the moon\'s pale glow,
With oaths to secrets only they would know.
A wondrous egg, the product of their tryst,
A marvel, nature\'s wild alchemic twist.
Its shell, a testament to what they\'ve spun,
A union, strange beneath the blazing sun.
The pig, it marveled at the egg\'s grand size,
Yet feared the mystery behind those eyes.
Once broken, yielding yolk of amber thread,
A fusion, bacon, egg, on breakfast spread.