The bunny is coming, the bunny is coming. Everyone grab your basket and go outside. Look up, look down, look all around. Look in between bushes, uner rocks, or on the ground. Don't miss a spot or else they will be gone. By: Mia P.S. I made up this poem on the way. Here are some poems for you.
Secret Information
Would you like to know a secret?
Well, I'll tell you one I know:
The Easter's Bunny's coming,
My mama told me so.
He'll bring a basket filled with eggs
And leave it in my yard,
And I will find it Easter morn,
If I look very hard.
I shouldn't tell my secret,
But I think it should be shared.
You ought to know that Bunny's coming,
So you can be prepared!
Five Brown Eggs
Five brown eggs in a nest of hay,
One yellow chick popped out to play.
Four brown eggs in a nest of hay,
Another yellow chick cheep-cheeped Good day.
Three brown eggs in a nest of hay,
Crack went another one, Hip hooray.
Two brown eggs in a nest of hay,
One more chick pecked his shell away.
One brown egg in a nest of hay,
The last yellow chick popped out to say,
Happy Easter!
Patience
Chocolate Easter bunny
In a jelly bean nest,
I'm saving you for very last
Because I love you best.
I'll only take a nibble
From the tip of your ear
And one bite from the other side
So that you won't look queer.
Yum, you’re so delicious!
I didn't mean to eat
Your chocolate tail till Tuesday.
Oops! There go your feet!
I wonder how your back tastes
With all that chocolate hair.
I never thought your tummy
Was only filled with air!
Chocolate Easter bunny
In a jelly bean nest,
I'm saving you for very last
Because I love you best.
Bunnies
Bunnies are brown
Bunnies are white
Bunnies are always
An Easter delight.
Bunnies are cuddly
The large and the small.
But I like chocolate ones
The best of them all.
Easter
The Easter Bunny's feet
Go hop, hop, hop,
While his big pink ears
Go flop, flop, flop.
He is rushing on his way
To bring our eggs on Easter Day,
With a hop, flop, hop, flop, hop.
Five Baby Bunnies
Five baby bunnies hopping out to play,
Hopping in the forest on happy Easter Day.
The first baby bunny carried his new cane,
He twirled as he came hopping down the lane.
The second baby bunny came to the river's brink.
Tasted the cool water and took a long, long drink.
The third baby bunny tied her bonnet so new,
Under her chin, a bow of pink, white, and blue.
The fourth baby bunny skipped down the shady lane.
He opened his umbrella just in case of rain.
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