Easter Egg where are you?
I am told you are hiding, I have to search for you.
In the house behind a chair under the table.
Are you quietly there?
Or out in the garden, rolled up under a bush.
Easter Egg where are you?
If I am out there, you had better be quick, or I will melt away and you won’t see, how beautiful I was.
As I will become a sticky mess for your fingers and lips, to taste and enjoy. Covering your best clothes in sticky brown.
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