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
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 5:10 PM UTC
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