:
|
thats the one.
In a marble hall white as milk
Lined with skin as soft as silk
Within a fountain crystal-clear
A golden apple doth appear.
No doors there are to this stronghold,
Yet thieves break in to steal its gold.
now dont take this one too literally.
|
An egg?
To be fair, I have a vague inkling that I've heard that one a few years ago.