Egg White tells his eggs the hunt is off—Easter is cancelled.
|’Twas the day before Easter and out on the lawn
Egg White stood by the hedge looking troubled and drawn.
He had gathered the Easter eggs all one-by-one
to announce that this year’s Easter egg hunt was done.
Fellow eggs, I regret to inform you this news;
as your leader I must say it gives me the blues.
Yet I tell you that Easter is cancelled you see,
and like you, I am hard boiled egg misery.
I was not given reason for this major turn,
but I do feel, within, my white albumin burn.
We donned fine Easter colors for all to enjoy;
it is pleasure for us, and for girl and for boy.
In the ranks was a stirring of yellow and pink;
eggs of green and of those who seemed right on the brink.
As the news of, No Easter, sunk into each shell,
even Egg White himself grew a little more pale.
There was lean in each egg both in front and in back;
then a question was posed from a member named Zack.
He inquired of White if the Bunny did know
that this Easter was cancelled—the hunt a no-go.
Quite annoyed was Egg White, yet the question was sound;
in an Easter egg hunt, Easter bunny is found.
So he tucked down his pique and he feigned some delight
in his leadership role telling all of this plight.
I will tell you my eggs, as he shot Zack a leer,
that the Bunny’s been told and he will not be here.
We will not see long ears nor his big bunny feet;
as I heard from the hare, things will not be so sweet!
Right away was Egg White filled with sense of dismay;
being truthful to his Easter eggs was his way.
He would have to come clean with his eggs all in line;
and conveying the truth would give him peace of mind.
Though the Bunny had sworn me to keeping things mum,
I will tell you, my eggs, that I’d feel like a bum
and indeed all the while I’d have egg on my face,
since the Bunny can’t come due to shelter in place.
Writer’s Cramp Winner