before the cocks were crowing,
I met a bob-tail bunnykin
and asked where he was going.
“Tis in the house and out the house;
Tis round the house and ’bout the house
a-lightly I am going.”
“But what is that of every hue;
you carry in your basket?”
“Tis eggs of gold and eggs of blue;
I wonder that you ask it.
“Tis chocolate eggs and bonbon eggs;
and eggs of red and gray,
For every child in every house
on bonny Easter day.”
He perked his ears and winked his eye;
and twitched his little nose.
He shook his tail, what tail he had,
and stood up on his toes.
“I must be gone before the sun;
the east is growing gray,
Tis almost time for bells to chime,
So he hippety-hopped away.