Juggler

If I could juggle
I'd juggle three eggs
I'd walk to the hen house
On wobbly legs
and
I'd pluck them from their straw nest
A pretty brown egg
Then pluck yet another while
Hopping on legs
Gone suddenly tingley
because of the cold
Being winter and breezy
And I was so bold.
When all of the eggs
Were snug in my hand
I'd toss up the odd egg
And spread-legged stand.
Then
When number one egg
Was just about "up" I'd
Toss up the third egg
And spread my legs wide.
But number two egg
Would be my demise
As into the cold air
Number two flies.
If I could juggle
I'd do it for hash
Or three new brown eggs
As mine are all smashed.