Why Do I Put My Eggs In the Wrong Basket

I have bad luck with eggs. No sooner do I get them All packed in nicely; Than someone comes along and smashes the lot. Sometimes I don't even require the assistance Of the phantom egg smasher, I fall over and drop them all on the concrete. Strange, Some eggs get spoilt easily. They go rotten, All repulsively pungent; Green inside and blow up! I borrowed An egg basket once. It looked just the same As my own basket, And when I packed my eggs in Neatly: They still got smashed. Better to leave my eggs with the hen, Or put them in the refrigerator. 'Cause eggs apparently ain't meant For carrying round and round In any old basket. Cecelia Hopkins, 1985