I dreamt about an Easter egg;
In fact, a special one.
It had a face, and hands and feet
And, oh, it was such fun!
It danced around upon my bed;
Then played upon the floor.
I followed as he went downstairs
And out through my front door.
He tried to cross the busy road
But I grabbed him by the arm
For I didn’t want my special egg
To come to any harm.
“Take me home and open me,”
His little voice then cried.
“And you will find a special gift
Awaiting you inside.”
I took him home and gently laid
The egg upon a dish.
I carefully pulled it open wide
And there I found . . . . . a wish.
I’ll tell you what I wished for
And I hope that it comes true:
That you will have, the same as me,
A happy Easter too.