I would not, could not, in a box.
I could not, would not, with a fox.
I will not eat them with a mouse.
I will not eat them in a house.
I will not eat them here or there.
I will not eat them anywhere.
I do not eat green eggs and ham.
I do not like them, Sam-I-am.

Perhaps Sam’s curmudgeonly friend had not tried these green eggs and ham:

You can pile just about anything on top of grilled, rustic style bread, and it would be good. I don’t know about having rodents as your dining companion, but a delicious breakfast can be made. I glided on a bit of bright green pesto that acted as the glue for a morning-time, open-faced sandwich. Next, some thinly sliced, still-summery tomatoes, then a beautiful poached egg simply awaiting a puncture.

The piece de resistance, the ham, or in this case prosciutto, crisply fried (laid in a dry, non stick skillet until the fat becomes smoldering), and we’re almost there. Lastly a few shaving of salty, pungent, Parmesan cheese, and the sandwich is assembled. So delightful, it might even make you say:

So I will eat them in a box.
And I will eat them with a fox.
And I will eat them in a house.
And I will eat them with a mouse.

And I will eat them here and there.
Say! I will eat them ANYWHERE!
I do so like green eggs and ham!
Thank you! Thank you, Sam-I-am!

When I was learning to read, I remember this beloved book. Not really liking eggs, green or otherwise, I empathized with Sam’s desperate friend. But now, I have to say, I love a gooshy poached egg as much as the next gal. And prepared like this, I have to say: Who doesn’t love Green Eggs and Ham?