Seven little nests of hay We have made, for Easter day Is to-morrow, and you know We must have them ready, so When the Rabbit comes she'll see We expected her, that we Children tried our very best Each to make the nicest nest. One is in the lilac-bush, Near the ground—last year a thrush Built a nest there—let me see, Two are by the apple-tree, In the clover—that makes three— One beside the playhouse door, —Three plus one, that must be four— Was it seven that I said? Oh, yes! six I've counted, and One is in our pile of sand. Come and see! Oh, hurry, hurry! For the Rabbit, kind and furry, Has been here again and laid Eggs in every nest we made! Purple, orange, red, and blue, Pink and green and yellow, too, Like a bunch of finest flowers Ever seen, and all are ours! And oh, look! What do you think! Here our names are in white ink, All spelled nicely so we know Just where every egg should go! Is it not surprising, quite, How well Easter Rabbits write? |