Treasure Island

Derek James


Easter Bunnies Success

Springtime has finally
All the flowers blossom
and the earth is green,
This is the time every
Easter bunny knows,
It is time to prepare
for Easter.

The chosen ones are to
hide all the treats in
every hiding spot they
can find,
Without being seen or
being heard,
This is the lesson all
Easter bunnies must

Once all the tasks have
been completed,
The successful bunnies
are rewarded a golden
egg trophy,
These are the ones that
will be chosen for next

The ones that fail will
be the ones to roam the
green earth,
These are the rabbits
in which we see daily,
hopping gracefully in
the green meadows.

The chosen bunnies will
live forever in secrecy,
Always making sure every
Easter stays magical,
For everyone around the
world to forever enjoy.

Submitted: Sunday, April 20, 2014

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