Now where should I look to find Easter eggs?
Could anyone give me a clue?
But there in the shop, well guess what I found?
A box of six eggs and all blue!
The eggs were then boiled until they were hard;
Then out came my paint and my brush.
I painted my eggs with patience and love
And took time for there wasn’t a rush.
At Easter, my eggs were quite proudly displayed
In a dish for my family to see,
And everyone took one, and said, one and all,
That the best eggs were given by me.
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