‘Twas the morning of Easter and all through the house.
Every critter was a stirring–footprints ran like a mouse.
The kids were full of energy, all hustle and bustle.
Someone saw the carrots, there was quite a rustle.
Was the Beaster Bunny coming around?
No, we saw eggs and we leaped with a bound!
The hunt was on – eggs were hiding so well.
We looked everywhere, till one egg just fell . . .
Amanda spotted one above the carousel,
Jake eyed one to add to his parcel.
Danny found one in his Bionicle lid.
Pretty princess eggs in Becca’s basket hid.
Matt found eggs with his trusty old sword.
Daddy stole a jelly bean, oh, my lord.
Mommy gave us some clever clues
That we all found a way to use.
Till all the eggs were in someone’s basket.
What a fine Easter, a tisket, a tasket!
P.S. Thank goodness Grandma with the Goat is writing this poem.
Cause she kept dad from putting the Easter Bunny in a casket?!?!!
A tisket, a tasket, such brightly colored baskets.