[Lyric] Eggs Mother? (Cub Scout Bowling Pins)

Common watching
Illuminated cheeks
Quiver with grace
Needing big peep holes

Utterly golden
Saintly view
Beneath a surface
All brand new

Eggs, Mother?

London apples
And London kings
Bless her pie
For cry she did not

Eggs, Mother?

Bless her pie
For cry she did not
Bless her cry for cry
For cry her eyes out

Eggs, Mother?

Bless her eyes for crying them out