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Hoppy Easter

 

While spring breezes rocked the flowers that drank in morning dew.
A frantic bunny ran about not knowing what to do.
“Oh what an awful mess!” He said loud enough to hear.
Just as a passing fairy flew by so very near.
“How may I help?” The fairy said as she stroked the rabbit’s hair.
For this was in her nature to show how much she cared.
“The bunny trail would sometimes zig then sharply turn to zag.”
“This is why so much got spilled out my bunny bag.”
“I’ve no time to collect it all, it’s much later now than late.”
“With so many children’s gifts, a child’s fun can hardly wait.”
“Help me,” Cried the hapless bunny, “Help me,” again he begged.
“Roll by a tree or under a bush we’ll hide a colored egg.”
The fairy said while putting candies in baskets of wood and straw.
“We’ll just put them closely by where ever they did fall.”
“The children will find them when they come out side to play.”
So thankful was the rabbit he was lost for words to say.
He hopped for joy and still does so and not for bashfulness or fear.
So much fun this had become they now do it every year.





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