By Evaleen Stein
Seven little nests of hay
We have made, for Easter day
Is tomorrow, 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 –
Two are in the tulip bed –
Was it seven that I said?
Oh, yes! six I’ve counted, and
One is in our pile of sand.
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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?
