To be sung to the tune of, “I’m All Out of Love” by Air Supply.
I’m all out of eggs,
I’m so lost without you.
There’s nothing to make.
Oh, what will I do?
I’m all out of eggs
And the bread is all moldy.
The bacon is gone,
And the corn flakes are soggy.
I’m all out of eggs,
Won’t somebody save me?
Oh, what would I do,
For some biscuits and gravy?
The oatmeal has bugs.
Can’t have any porridge.
I’m even eat that.
Though, I think it’s horrid.
I’m all out of eggs,
And I’m so very hungry.
Oh, fuck it, let’s go,
Get an Egg McMuffin, again.
Random Misanthrope 
Fuck. Wish you hadn’t said that about the porridge. Now I have to go inspect. 😉
Yep. The last time I made a recipe that required oats, they were riddled with little black bugs. I keep dry goods in sealed canisters, but they still manage to get in there. I guess their eggs are already in the grain, which is not a very reassuring thought.