Sunday Morning

by Emily
(Middlesex, London)

It's Sunday morning,
the Easter bunny has been,
eat, drink, dress,
eggs are not to be seen.

let's go and look,
here, there, here, there,
behind the tree or under the flowerpot,
where mum? Where?

I've found one,
just four more to go,
up the steps or down the lawn,
here's yours Jo!

I've found them all,
its time to go in,
hot chocolate and easter eggs,
Jesus wasn't a sin.

Writing a thank-you letter,
to Mr. Easter Bunny,
the hunt was so egg-citing,
it was also really funny!