The eggs are all hidden, the children forbidden
To ferret them out until the signal is given.
When the scramble ensues, we give the little ones clues.

We've got to make sure that everybody gets something.
Surrounded by smiling, the mood is beguiling.
My friends and my family are joking and laughing.

The food is presented with simple delight.
When the hunting is done, you know I'll come get a bite.


Well, I never expected this,
Some kind of perfect bliss in my yard.
I know it will all be swept into the past

Just like Easter grass.

Now everyone's leaving, blowing kisses, and waving.

We go back inside