On Julia's Legs
Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg,
Which is as white and hairless as an egg.
Robert Herrick (1591-1674)
What I like about that poem, I think, is that it implies that Robert Herrick was helplessly enamoured of eggs.
I am too
P.S. The original lyrics to Yesterday ran "Scrambled eggs, Oh you've got such lovely legs."