复活节的诗歌
This day, was so special, when big chocoholics so little,
sang the jelly bean prayer from the basket of victory.
You may have heard, or never, of this for-surreal history;
So please do listen as I share this, ever real, bonny story.
There was a knock at the door, I wondered who could it be?
Was it the Easter Bunny with some scripture candy for me?
I looked through the window, and seen every precious hue.
All about the green grass was eggs scarlet, yellow, and blue.
The sun has beautifully risen from the wonderful east.
I felt so happy with the magic of life within released.
There was a flash, visual music, just past the red oak tree.
I seen his tall ears, marshmallow tail, then his quick feet.
He has to be from heaven, I do give him merit
He left us proof, he left us a half bitten carrot
And when I went to bed that warm spring night
Mother told me why the egg was the color white
I thanked my dear mother with kisses and laughter
I told her I loved my basket with the purple wrapper
She said, it was my fathers idea, Im his dear child
He said, its the meaning of life, to again give me a smile.
