Easter Island
The dear children huddled together in their group,
sharply turned to mama:
“Here’s fæder - is he dead?
all tangled up in nets on the shore”.
With her hair on end, her mouth agape
poor mama stands all pale.
Why no, it was not fæder at all,
but a stranger’s, useless corpse.
The dear children jump for joy, mama’s happy,
she flings a round pancake onto the table.
“Easter! Easter!” they rejoice,
and that’s when all of a sudden, Christ rose.