The Easter Bunny Poem by Ima Ryma

The Easter Bunny I am called,
And once a year on Easter, I
Am awaited by kids enthralled
With hunting for my egg supply.
Unlike Santa I have no sleigh
And no reindeer to chauffer me.
I have to hop a long, long way
To do my job successfully.
But it's a task that I do well.
Done it many a century.
Do I lay the eggs? I don't tell.
Better to stay a mystery.

I have no plans to ever stop.
For Easter I will ever hop.