Granny's Easter Buns

Grandad says that Easter isn’t funny You won’t find him at parties Dressed up as the Easter bunny He’ll not be scoffing chocolate eggs Or anything like that He’ll be putting on his Sunday best And dusting off his hat For Grandad is an Anglican Of serious intent Does bible study when he can And gave up cake for Lent He says that Jesus died for me And I’d best not forget it But seeing as I’m only three I’m sorry, I don’t get it My Granny, now my Granny, mind She has a different view She leaves me little eggs to find In places like my shoe The smell of Granny’s hot cross buns Is paradise and bliss She makes me little special ones Topped with a tiny kiss Granny says God loves me As she makes my Easter bonnet With a smile as she carefully Sews flowers and bees upon it Let Grandad do religious stuff The crucifixion thing I’m only really old enough For Granny, and the Spring Grandad’s back from church now Saying ‘Jesus rose for you’ ‘Well, bless us all’ my Granny says ‘The buns are risen too’ by Gail