When I put my hand in my pocket To bring out a coin or a key The cross is there to remind me Of the price He paid for me. In all that I do and say. It's also a daily reminder Of the peace and comfort I share With all who know my Master And give themselves to His care. If only I'll let Him be. They don't bite mailmen, Or make loud noises in the night.
Rabbits are ornamental, Lop-eared and silky, With long bouncy legs, And noses that quiver.
On Easter morn at early dawn before the cocks were crowing I met a bob-tail bunnykin and asked where he was going. For every child in every house on bonny Easter day. Good enough to eat. So I ate his ears on Sunday, His nose I finished Monday. Tuesday I nibbled on his feet.