Buy Me The Easter Bunny
The magnificent art of my six-year-old son
Read, “Mom I know you can get this job done”
“Easter is coming, but don’t buy me a toy”
He said, “forget about candy, I’m a changed little boy,
Don’t give me games, or big wads of money,
Buy me the best gift
and I’m not trying to be funny,
Buy me the “big guy”
the real Easter Bunny”
I said, “Son, I’m afraid the Easter Bunny’s not for sale”
So he asked if he could just get a hair from his tail?
“I’d be a Show and Tell smash Mom, just get me that hair!”
I said, “son, he’s invisible, you can’t see him anywhere”
So pouting and dejected he began to walk away
But not before he had this little gem to say:
“It’s funny Mom, you can’t buy me the Easter Bunny,
or get me a hair from his tail,
but he apparently leaves candy in each house as a trail,
and no one can see his head, arms or legs,
but I’m supposed to believe he lays chocolate eggs!”
By Barbara Tremblay Cipak
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