T’was The Season To Be Fluffy

T’was the season to be fluffy

All the Easter souflaits were nice and puffy

In my bed I lay

Willing it to be day

For we’d received warning

That in the morning

Our baskets would be filled by The Fluffy Bunny

I knew that he (or she?) would come

Despite the others acting so hum-drum

There would be chocolate and hunting for eggs

And I would run as quickly as I could on my little legs

Oh I could hardly wait

I worked myself up in such a state

And when the sun did rise

I could hardly believe my eyes

There was everything for which I’d been so keen

The Fluffy Bunny had really been

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