  I don't think it's right! I don't think it's fair! I don't like Easter At all! so there! It's only because I'm young, you see, They think they can play Their tricks upon me. They brought me an egg, And a beauty, too! All golden yellow, With stripes of blue. They said 'twas a true egg, A truly true! And, of course, I supposed It was so all through; But when it was opened, Just think what a shame! 'Twas just like the white ones, Just 'zactly the same! Part white and part yellow, No bit of it blue, And it tasted the same As the other ones, too. I don't think it's right, And I don't think it's fair, And I don't like Easter At all! so there! |
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