Search High And Low For Its Glow!

So you want to get rich?
Have enough dough to fill a town's ditch?
While here is my pitch,
To cure such an itch.

Faberge Eggs are out there to find.
And millionaires are mighty kind.
They will shower your behind,
Should you make such a find.

They go for $30 million a pop.
That will make the debt stop.
Your wallet flop.
Like Scrooge you can make coins go plop.

All you need to do.
Is find one near your zoo.
Have you got a clue?
I guess a history lesson must come due.

A long long time ago.
50 eggs were given a go.
They all had a shiny glow.
They certaintly didn't blow.

So the years went by,
And through each war cry,
Some flew to the sky,
Which is no lie.

Of the 50 made.
Which people still sell and trade.
8 seemed to fade,
After each tirade.

So there are 8 eggs out there.
That could be at any lair.
Worth 30 million a pop.
Now go looking non-stop.

But of course the cat isn't telling you this,
For pure and utter bliss.
I am making you aware,
So when you see their glare,

You'll snap it up.
Like a bone to a pup.
Then sell the thing,
And send a million or two commission to my wing.

See the cat isn't greedy.
You still have 28 million to keep or give to the needy.
One is also believed to be somewhere down below,
Meaning the US show.

Now go find it!
Just don't have a fit.
Act normal and play coy.
Then when you're alone, jump for joy.

Don't say the cat never helped you. The odds are better than winning the lottery at your zoo of finding the thing. So I thought I'd give it a ring. Eight are out there somewhere and now you are aware. They surely bring money in mass. The cat would then have a golden little rhyming ass.

Later all, have a nice fall.