The bunny goes around hiding eggs for the kids
On the grass, in the bushes, under container lids.
It only comes around one Sunday a year
To give the kids a reason to be happy and cheer.
For kids it's about the bunny,
But for adults it's about our honey.
The birds and the bees, if you know what I mean.
Doing something really special, where it can't be seen.
The little swimmers will find an Easter egg of their own,
Then the man and woman will have their gift until it's grown.
So let us celebrate this wonderful day and it's mirth
Where we celebrate the beginning of life and it's rebirth.