1776: The Egg

It's a masterpiece, I say!
 They will cheer every word, every letter
 I wish I felt that way
 I believe I can put it better
 Now then attend, as friend to friend
 On our Declaration Committee
 For us I see immortality
 In Philadelphia City
 A farmer, a lawyer, and a sage
 A bit gouty in the leg
 You know it's quite bizarre
 To think that here we are
 Playing midwives to an egg
 We're waiting for the chirp, chirp, chirp
 Of an eaglet being born
 We're waiting for the chirp, chirp, chirp
 On this humid Monday morning in this
 Congressional incubator
 God knows the temperature's hot enough
 To hatch a stone, let alone an egg
 We're waiting for the scratch, scratch, scratch
 Of that tiny little fellow
 Waiting for the egg to hatch
 On this humid Monday morning in this
 Congressional incubator
 God knows the temperature's hot enough
 To hatch a stone
 But will it hatch an egg?
 The eagle's going to crack the shell
 Of the egg that England laid
 Yes, so we can tell, tell, tell
 On this humid Monday morning in this
 Congressional incubator
 And as just as Tom here has written
 Though the shell may belong to Great Britain,
 The eagle inside belongs to us!
 And as just as Tom here has written
 We say to hell with Great Britain!
 The eagle inside belongs to us!