He’d waited and waited

And waited some more—

He’d waited a day

And then three-sixty-four.

When it finally came ‘round,

Like a kick to the keister—

He put on his ears,

And bellowed, “IT’S EASTER!”

He ran out to hunt,

Not squirrels, but eggs—

And sniffed out a few,

Then lifted his leg.

He soiled his stash,

And though it was funny,

He knew he’d have beef

With one Easter Bunny