Oh! children, have you ever seen
The little Easter Hen,
Who comes to lay her pretty eggs,
Then runs away again?
She only comes on Easter Day;
And when that day is o’er,
Till next year brings it round again,
You will not see her more.
Her eggs are not like common eggs,
But all of colors bright:
Blue, purple, red, with spots and stripes,
And scarcely one that’s white.
She lays them in no special place,—
On this side, now on that.
And last year, only think! she laid
One right in Johnny’s hat.
But naughty boys and girls get none:
So, children, don’t forget!
And be as good as good can be—
It is not Easter yet!
