Eggs
EGGS
Eggs
Six eggs
Oh so bright
Hidden from sight
Then squeals of delight
A child on Easter morn
Finds a green one in a nest
So eager now to find the rest
Parents call out getting hot or cold
Who’s having most fun the young or the old?
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2012
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