Poor Mr. Easter Bunny, so full of woe.
No chocolate, oh gosh, it so is not funny!
Head in hands he sits, what to do?
Kiddies don’t want candy sticks coated in honey.
My dear friend with the elongated ears,
a legend exists, if you are willing to go.
A land where chocolate rivers gently meander
Through valleys of jelly bean meadow.
To get there is quite simple, just follow this road
Of sweet Parma violets till you come to the bend.
There a fluffed chick of yellow will continue as guide
To Neverwas, and Easter you will soon mend.
You can gather from the trees full of dolly’s mixture,
Or find Bertie for a selection of liquorice all sort.
Take a handful of Smarties here, and grab some Snickers there.
If you have time, a slice of Granny’s finest chocolate torte
One last thing, as a gift from me, Mr. E. Bunny,
The secret map, to this ideal of sweet candy infusion.
A garden of indulgence you will surely find,
An extravagant delight, an end to this Easter confusion.
© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.
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