I hunted under stones and trees
And then looked in a hedge.
I searched the woodlands and the fields
And by the water’s edge.
“I have some!” called a mother duck.
The blackbird had some too.
The little sparrows in the hedge
Had five, it’s very true.
The big black crow, up in the tree,
Had built her nest up high.
“I also have some,” she called out,
From somewhere in the sky.
The robin said: “I’ve three of them,
And soon they will be hatched,”
But the pretty ones I hunted for –
Well, none could be well matched -
For the ones I looked so hard to find -
The ones I love the best –
Were the gorgeous, chocolate, Easter eggs
That you’ll not find in a nest.
Or will you?
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