Now it’s time to go out on an Easter Day’s Hunt.
Bring your basket and wits and cunning. They must be sharp and not blunt.
Just out the door is a house with a gold painted Bock*.
Find the clue by the arch with sharp eyes and some luck.
From the goat to the lamb, both Easter-like creatures,
check directly below all his golden-like features.
There’s a store up ahead with pretty things and a gate,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem