Now I've three. Yellow egg, yellow egg, Just one more. Now I've four. Easter poem Eggs come in many sizes. Eggs hold some big surprises, Speckled, brown, white, or blue.
Eggs hold babies that are new.
Here comes Peter Cottontail Hopping 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. Sue, There's an orchid for your Mommy And an Easter bonnet, too. Maybe if you're extra good, He'll roll lots of Easter eggs your way. See me hop down the bunny trail.