The Easter Egg Hunt

I don't know how it started But it's an annual event But I don't think that an egg hunt Is the best way to present The story of our saviour Chocolate eggs you go and find I don't think that's the image That the church wants in our mind Every year since I was little Our family made a choice Either host the Easter Dinner Or go hunting for eggs and toys This year we chose the egg hunt It was better than the meal But our egg hunt went all wonky In fact it all was so surreal Most years twenty people Showed to hunt about the yard so setting out some easter eggs Didn't seem so hard But this year, thanks to facebook People showed up by the score When all was done the count was One hundred twenty four. With that many people coming A family meeting then took place One hundred twenty four people This was way off base With Uncles, Aunts and cousins Grandparents and the rest some new plans would be needed to execute this test I thought about logistics There was only so much yard To run an easter egg hunt Was going to be hard I checked the list of children Eighty seven kids or so But I said that we would host it So I could not tell them no I called up all the Uncles Told them come around to plan They all showed up as suggested All fourteen, to a man We needed eggs and then some Chocolate, mallow...every kind We had to hit the stores fast We had to buy up every kind Baskets, ribbons, bows and stuff stuffed rabbits, all they had We had near ninety children And we could not have them sad We drank and set agendas We all planned out our attack They would all come out before hand And the goodies, we'd unpack The women met as well though Dying eggs would be their task They got 100 dozen large eggs and some colouring to mask The last time plans were handled on a scale as big as this Was on D-Day for the Allies And we knew that didn't miss We had crepe paper for streamers Balloons and chocolate logs but the one thing we'd forgotten We also had twelve dogs We had to keep them busy While we figured out just how We were going to hide all of our presents And we had to figure NOW! We called up to the kennel To book them all in for the night But, they didn't have the space so We'd have to make do with our plight Two days before Good Friday All the parents showed to meet We would plan and hide the goodies We would all be so discreet We would hide the eggs on Friday While the kids all went to pray Then we'd come back here for dinner And we'd finish Saturday It was easy, a no brainer We would pull it off....with ease It would take great execution And the children would be pleased On Friday night they all arrived And were given tasks we all could handle We all went out to the yard to hide The eggs, by lighted candle We stuck them up in trees and then In bushes by our gnomes We hid them in the veggie patch We hid them in our home When finished we'd put eggs and toys Of every shape and size We were all so bloody tired We could barely blink our eyes The next day all our work was shot When we went outside to see That night after we'd finished Some raccoons came out of the tree twelve hundred eggs and four raccoons Two skunks and nineteen rats Decided that they like out smorgasbord And to them then...that was that Hard boiled eggs of every size For them to come and eat After surveying the damage We vowed we'd not be beat We set to work and dyed more eggs another nine hundred in all We sent all of the mothers out To buy gifts at the mall We'd lay them out before the hunt We didn't care when they got hid We had to have an easter game For eighty seven kids We strung the streamers through the house We wrapped the willow tree It looked just like "The Party Place" Had blown up...just for me We put balloons up everywhere The kids would be surprised Uncle Jack would wear a bunny suit It was a good disguise With lots of work and alcohol We'd get this egg hunt done And come hell or come high water The children would have fun On Sunday they came back from Church And I want you all to know That we had a real nice dinner For we overlooked the snow While sitting in the church pews Hearing tales of Easters Past A storm came in so vicious And it came in really fast By the time we'd reached the garden There was one foot on the ground It had snuck up on us quickly And it didn't make a sound So the egg hunt never came about We took them out for lunch It'll be our last time trying this At least that is my hunch If it comes down to a choice now To ever utilize my home For an egg hunt here at Easter I won't answer the phone!