The Bunny of Egglott
On either side of Easter lie
long fields of chocolate and of dye
That clothe the eggs and baskets high,
And through the field the road runs by
To many-furre'd Bunnylot
And up and down the bunnies go,
Gazing where the chocolates blow
Round an island there below,
the island of Egglott.
Dyed eggs brighten, baskets quiver
fake green grasses jump and shiver
Quite disturbing a bunny's liver
In this island in the river,
Floating down to Bunnylot.
Four bright walls, and four bright towers,
Overlook a space of flowers
And the silent isle imbowers
the Bunny of Egglott.
There she dyes by night and day
magical eggs with colours gay
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if her way
takes her down to Bunnylot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
and so she dyeth steadily
Eating her chocolate prettily
the Bunny of Egglott.
Until a bunny whose eyes fair glow'd,
whose fur like melted chocolate flow'd,
who made other bunnies feel jello'd
Near to her tower loudly crow'd.
As he hopped down to Bunnylot.
From her eggs and from the river
His image flashed and a quiver
entered a certain bunny's liver:
The Bunny of Egglott.
She dropped some eggs, she grabbed a broom,
she sent eggshells flying through the room,
she sniffed the little chocolate bloom:
As she watched her bunny doom
hop along to Bunnylot.
Out flew more eggs, floating wide,
their dyed shells cracked from side to side:
"The curse is upon me," cried
The Bunny of Egglott.
Hopping, robed in furry white,
that sheathed her chocolate from the light
that fell upon her left and right,
As she left her dyed eggs bright
on the road to Bunnylot.
But chocolate bunnies can't hop too long-
It makes them feel quite wrong:
Nor was she very strong
The Bunny of Egglott.
Who is this, and what is here,
whispered the bunnies in great fear
seeing her shattered bunny ear
And chocolate spread upon a bier
In magical Bunnylot.
The bunnies mused a little space,
saying: this might be a special case
Eating her might bring us grace,
The Bunny of Egglott.
And there we leave this tale of woe
as bunnies hustle to and fro.
Did they eat our friend, fast or slow?
I cannot tell you yes or no,
in this tale of Bunnylot.
But I can urge you all to eat your peeps
to sugar up, to take vast leaps
For she would want you to make loud cheeps:
the Bunny of Egglott.
Also, this and this.
long fields of chocolate and of dye
That clothe the eggs and baskets high,
And through the field the road runs by
To many-furre'd Bunnylot
And up and down the bunnies go,
Gazing where the chocolates blow
Round an island there below,
the island of Egglott.
Dyed eggs brighten, baskets quiver
fake green grasses jump and shiver
Quite disturbing a bunny's liver
In this island in the river,
Floating down to Bunnylot.
Four bright walls, and four bright towers,
Overlook a space of flowers
And the silent isle imbowers
the Bunny of Egglott.
There she dyes by night and day
magical eggs with colours gay
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if her way
takes her down to Bunnylot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
and so she dyeth steadily
Eating her chocolate prettily
the Bunny of Egglott.
Until a bunny whose eyes fair glow'd,
whose fur like melted chocolate flow'd,
who made other bunnies feel jello'd
Near to her tower loudly crow'd.
As he hopped down to Bunnylot.
From her eggs and from the river
His image flashed and a quiver
entered a certain bunny's liver:
The Bunny of Egglott.
She dropped some eggs, she grabbed a broom,
she sent eggshells flying through the room,
she sniffed the little chocolate bloom:
As she watched her bunny doom
hop along to Bunnylot.
Out flew more eggs, floating wide,
their dyed shells cracked from side to side:
"The curse is upon me," cried
The Bunny of Egglott.
Hopping, robed in furry white,
that sheathed her chocolate from the light
that fell upon her left and right,
As she left her dyed eggs bright
on the road to Bunnylot.
But chocolate bunnies can't hop too long-
It makes them feel quite wrong:
Nor was she very strong
The Bunny of Egglott.
Who is this, and what is here,
whispered the bunnies in great fear
seeing her shattered bunny ear
And chocolate spread upon a bier
In magical Bunnylot.
The bunnies mused a little space,
saying: this might be a special case
Eating her might bring us grace,
The Bunny of Egglott.
And there we leave this tale of woe
as bunnies hustle to and fro.
Did they eat our friend, fast or slow?
I cannot tell you yes or no,
in this tale of Bunnylot.
But I can urge you all to eat your peeps
to sugar up, to take vast leaps
For she would want you to make loud cheeps:
the Bunny of Egglott.
Also, this and this.