The Easter Bunny is a friend of mine He used to lay his eggs in my back yard But once I moved, it got to be too hard. We’ve been buddies a long, long time. It’s all my fault he visits me no more He had to make it from Kansas to Nome. That is far too long a trip for him But, that is where I bought my home.
He was a pretty good old boy, indeed For all his reproductive strangeness. He was sort of like a football player In a long lavender red carpet dress. Harder to me, to accept whole cloth Was what he had to do with Jesus. But as a magic rabbit, for sure He could lay eggs as he pleases.
So, every year during springtime Here came my friend the bunny. He’d **** out colored eggs, he did, And nobody thought it’s a bit funny. That he’s six feet tall, like Harvey, Cusses like a sailor makes me laugh. But that he is a Christian symbol is Not really reasonable by about half.
Still, who am I to quibble about tradition? It is fun for everyone at this time of year. Along comes this unscientific miracle And the kids smile from ear to ear. They run around collect these eggs That to me often looked rather scary And do not question the bunny tale Like Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy.