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Happy Easter
The tulips in the garden
Are wearing yellow hats;
The pussy-willows by the brook
Have fur like any cats’.
The bee is honey hunting;
The robin’s chirp is gay;
And all the world is singing,
“Oh happy Easter Day!”
by Author Unknown
The tulips in the garden
Are wearing yellow hats;
The pussy-willows by the brook
Have fur like any cats’.
The bee is honey hunting;
The robin’s chirp is gay;
And all the world is singing,
“Oh happy Easter Day!”
by Author Unknown
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My Chocolate Bunny
I love you chocolate bunny, dear,
I think I’ll nibble on your ear.
And it won’t do you any harm,
If I nibble on your arm.
I don’t think anyone will know
If I nibble on your toe.
Oh, chocolate bunny, you’re so sweet,
I think I’ll nibble on your feet.
You’re better than an Easter Egg.
I think I’ll nibble on your leg.
I love you chocolate bunny so,
Oh no! Where did my bunny go?
by Suzanne Tillman
I love you chocolate bunny, dear,
I think I’ll nibble on your ear.
And it won’t do you any harm,
If I nibble on your arm.
I don’t think anyone will know
If I nibble on your toe.
Oh, chocolate bunny, you’re so sweet,
I think I’ll nibble on your feet.
You’re better than an Easter Egg.
I think I’ll nibble on your leg.
I love you chocolate bunny so,
Oh no! Where did my bunny go?
by Suzanne Tillman
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Easter
The Easter Bunny’s feet
Go hop, hop, hop,
While his big pink ears
Go flop, flop, flop.
He is rushing on his way
To bring our eggs
On Easter Day,
With a hop, flop,
Hop, flop, hop.
by Author Unknown
The Easter Bunny’s feet
Go hop, hop, hop,
While his big pink ears
Go flop, flop, flop.
He is rushing on his way
To bring our eggs
On Easter Day,
With a hop, flop,
Hop, flop, hop.
by Author Unknown
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Sing, World, Sing!
Now in chilly places,
Where the snow had been,
Wood and field and hollow,
Easter flowers begin.
Now a bud is opened,
Now a leaf uncurled;
Spring is in the sweet wind
Walking down the world.
Snowdrops in the garden,
Violets on the hills,
Cowslips in the meadow,
Dancing daffodils
Seem to lift their faces,
Softly whispering,
“Easter’s nearly here, now -
Sing, world, sing!”
by Nancy Byrd Turner
Nancy Byrd Turner was born on 29 July 1880 in Boydton, Mecklenburg County, Virginia, United States of America. She became a schoolteacher, a lecturer, a poet, and an editor. She published 15 books, among them, “A Riband in My Rein” (1929) and “When It Rained Cats and Dogs” (1946). Nancy Byrd Turner passed on at 91 years of age on 5 September 1971 in Alexandria City, Virginia, United States of America.
Now in chilly places,
Where the snow had been,
Wood and field and hollow,
Easter flowers begin.
Now a bud is opened,
Now a leaf uncurled;
Spring is in the sweet wind
Walking down the world.
Snowdrops in the garden,
Violets on the hills,
Cowslips in the meadow,
Dancing daffodils
Seem to lift their faces,
Softly whispering,
“Easter’s nearly here, now -
Sing, world, sing!”
by Nancy Byrd Turner
Nancy Byrd Turner was born on 29 July 1880 in Boydton, Mecklenburg County, Virginia, United States of America. She became a schoolteacher, a lecturer, a poet, and an editor. She published 15 books, among them, “A Riband in My Rein” (1929) and “When It Rained Cats and Dogs” (1946). Nancy Byrd Turner passed on at 91 years of age on 5 September 1971 in Alexandria City, Virginia, United States of America.
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Peter Cottontail
Here comes Peter Cottontail,
Hoppin’ down the bunny trail,
Hippity, hoppity,
Easter’s on its way.
Bringin’ every girl and boy Baskets full of Easter joy,
Things to make your Easter bright and gay.
He’s got jelly beans for Tommy,
Colored eggs for sister Sue,
There’s an orchid for your Mommy
And an Easter bonnet, too.
Oh, here comes Peter Cottontail,
Hoppin’ down the bunny trail,
Hippity, hoppity,
Happy Easter day.
Here comes Peter Cottontail,
Hoppin’ down the bunny trail,
Look at him stop,
And listen to him say:
“Try to do the things you should.”
Maybe if you’re extra good,
He’ll roll lots of Easter eggs your way.
You’ll wake up on Easter morning
And you’ll know that he was there
When you find those choc’late bunnies
That he’s hiding ev’rywhere.
Oh, here comes Peter Cottontail,
Hoppin’ down the bunny trail,
Hippity, hoppity,
Happy Easter day.
by Beatrix Potter
Helen Beatrix Potter was born on 28 July 1866 in Kensington, London, England. She became a writer, an illustrator, a naturalist, a farmer, and a conservationist. She is known for her 30 books, including 23 children’s storybooks that feature animals including, “The Tale of Peter Rabbit,” which celebrates country life. Helen Beatrix Potter passed on at 77 years of age on 22 December 1943 in Near Sawrey, Lancashire, England.
Here comes Peter Cottontail,
Hoppin’ down the bunny trail,
Hippity, hoppity,
Easter’s on its way.
Bringin’ every girl and boy Baskets full of Easter joy,
Things to make your Easter bright and gay.
He’s got jelly beans for Tommy,
Colored eggs for sister Sue,
There’s an orchid for your Mommy
And an Easter bonnet, too.
Oh, here comes Peter Cottontail,
Hoppin’ down the bunny trail,
Hippity, hoppity,
Happy Easter day.
Here comes Peter Cottontail,
Hoppin’ down the bunny trail,
Look at him stop,
And listen to him say:
“Try to do the things you should.”
Maybe if you’re extra good,
He’ll roll lots of Easter eggs your way.
You’ll wake up on Easter morning
And you’ll know that he was there
When you find those choc’late bunnies
That he’s hiding ev’rywhere.
Oh, here comes Peter Cottontail,
Hoppin’ down the bunny trail,
Hippity, hoppity,
Happy Easter day.
by Beatrix Potter
Helen Beatrix Potter was born on 28 July 1866 in Kensington, London, England. She became a writer, an illustrator, a naturalist, a farmer, and a conservationist. She is known for her 30 books, including 23 children’s storybooks that feature animals including, “The Tale of Peter Rabbit,” which celebrates country life. Helen Beatrix Potter passed on at 77 years of age on 22 December 1943 in Near Sawrey, Lancashire, England.
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Sky Bunnies
The sky is full of bunny clouds
So soft and fat and white,
I wonder if they’re hiding eggs
For stars to find at night.
Because it’s Easter Eve, you know,
And there’s no reason why
There shouldn’t be an Easter hunt
In meadows in the sky.
by Author Unknown
The sky is full of bunny clouds
So soft and fat and white,
I wonder if they’re hiding eggs
For stars to find at night.
Because it’s Easter Eve, you know,
And there’s no reason why
There shouldn’t be an Easter hunt
In meadows in the sky.
by Author Unknown
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Easter Baskets
“What’s in your Easter basket?” inquired Mother Emmaline.
“Marshmallow chicks and a watercolor paint set,” said Irene.
“I got three boiled eggs and a pocket knife!” exclaimed Dean.
“I hold a chocolate bunny and a hair band!” replied Francine.
“A blue leather-bound Bible and a rosary!” declared Pauline.
“Mine’s filled with candy eggs and a harmonica!” cried Eileen.
“I have flowers from my husband,” stated Mother Emmaline.
“Let’s all go for a Sunday stroll to church!” said Father Gene.
by David Hugh Beaumont
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Quiz Questions
1. What do the names of people in the poem have in common?
2. Which of the names are for boys and men?
3. Which of the names are for girls and women?
4. The word ‘said’ is in the second line of the poem. What words are used instead of ‘said’ in the other lines of the poem?
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Quiz Answers
1. All of the names of people in the poem rhyme.
2. The names Dean and Gene are for boys and men.
3. The names Emmaline, Irene, Francine, Pauline, and Eileen are for girls and women.
4. ‘Said’ is used in the second line, and the words ‘inquired,’ ‘exclaimed,’ ‘replied,’ ‘declared,’ ‘tried,’ and ‘stated’ are used in other lines.
David Hugh Beaumont was born in 1966 in the United States of America. He is a website content creator, a graphic designer, a photographer, a writer, a researcher, and an editor.
“What’s in your Easter basket?” inquired Mother Emmaline.
“Marshmallow chicks and a watercolor paint set,” said Irene.
“I got three boiled eggs and a pocket knife!” exclaimed Dean.
“I hold a chocolate bunny and a hair band!” replied Francine.
“A blue leather-bound Bible and a rosary!” declared Pauline.
“Mine’s filled with candy eggs and a harmonica!” cried Eileen.
“I have flowers from my husband,” stated Mother Emmaline.
“Let’s all go for a Sunday stroll to church!” said Father Gene.
by David Hugh Beaumont
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Quiz Questions
1. What do the names of people in the poem have in common?
2. Which of the names are for boys and men?
3. Which of the names are for girls and women?
4. The word ‘said’ is in the second line of the poem. What words are used instead of ‘said’ in the other lines of the poem?
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Quiz Answers
1. All of the names of people in the poem rhyme.
2. The names Dean and Gene are for boys and men.
3. The names Emmaline, Irene, Francine, Pauline, and Eileen are for girls and women.
4. ‘Said’ is used in the second line, and the words ‘inquired,’ ‘exclaimed,’ ‘replied,’ ‘declared,’ ‘tried,’ and ‘stated’ are used in other lines.
David Hugh Beaumont was born in 1966 in the United States of America. He is a website content creator, a graphic designer, a photographer, a writer, a researcher, and an editor.
