By Evaleen Stein<\/p>\n
Seven little nests of hay
\nWe have made, for Easter day
\nIs tomorrow, and you know
\nWe must have them ready, so
\nWhen the Rabbit comes she’ll see
\nWe expected her, that we
\nChildren tried our very best
\nEach to make the nicest nest.
\nOne is in the lilac bush,
\nNear the ground – last year a thrush
\nBuilt a nest there – let me see,
\nTwo are by the apple tree,
\nIn the clover – that makes three –
\nOne beside the playhouse door,
\n– Three plus one, that must be four –
\nTwo are in the tulip bed –
\nWas it seven that I said?
\nOh, yes! six I’ve counted, and
\nOne is in our pile of sand.<\/p>\n
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Come and see! Oh, hurry, hurry!
\nFor the Rabbit, kind and furry,
\nHas been here again and laid
\nEggs in every nest we made!
\nPurple, orange, red, and blue,
\nPink and green and yellow, too,
\nLike a bunch of finest flowers
\nEver seen, and all are ours!
\nAnd oh, look! What do you think!
\nHere our names are in white ink,
\nAll spelled nicely so we know
\nJust where every egg should go!
\nIs it not surprising, quite,
\nHow well Easter Rabbits write?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"