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Adams:
It's a masterpiece, I say!
They will cheer every word, every letter
Jefferson:
I wish I felt that way
Franklin:
I believe I can put it better
Now then attend, as friend to friend
On our Declaration Committee
For us I see immortality
All:
In Philadelphia City
Franklin:
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
All:
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
Franklin:
God knows the temperature's hot enough
To hatch a stone, let alone an egg
All:
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
Adams:
God knows the temperature's hot enough
To hatch a stone
Jefferson:
But will it hatch an egg?
Adams:
The eagle's going to crack the shell
Of the egg that England laid
All:
Yes, so we can tell, tell, tell
On this humid Monday morning in this
Congressional incubator
Franklin:
And as just as Tom here has written
Though the egg may belong to Great Britain,
The eagle inside belongs to us!
All:
And as just as Tom here has written
We say to hell with Great Britain!
The eagle inside belongs to us!
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