Easter Unshelled With Child-Man!

Eggs, eggs, and more eggs, but never to have to beg for the Easter Bunny. Know your always there for me somewhere Easter of Bunny Rabbits best.

Something special, oh bring unto me, oh rabbit of rabbits hop to it best! I looked and looked and looked again, and none of color but of you did I find. Just the same old same olds, of my mom and dads, and no colored basket, all foiled of the sparkle beyond the white stars.

Don't give me white on white of not even the chocolate kind! I saw you Easter Bunny, and you left me for much to much of a hunt, this year. Are you sure you got the day of yours right? Are you listening only when I sleep?

Is the egg hunt going be in what my parents call a dream least nightmare. I was awake to see you last year, but only once and maybe you are but a dream.

I never have so much have touched, that egg of white that came to me unshelled and was poured out of only liquid juice. Threw it out the opened window durning a prayer. Something certainly came to stink beyond compare.

Oh but oh, have I tasted of your candy coated colored chocolate of shell kind. Why oh why oh me, of I, do my eyes of eyes have to see these of not of you I know of liquid or white shelled, as there always stinky when I go to venture out as to where the dog buries his bones, of my secret hiding place, by my rivers favorite rocks.

Never to quick to wish to eat of those such as these any-ways, but as all I see of you is of the white type bunny of the fields and know this can't be you, as you came standing up like mom and dad. Why do you make me wait so long to not appear when my eyes are of the wide open? Why must I sleep and sleep so as to hope but to see you of so many colors beyond my favorite of blue rocks where the fish inside do wait for me, to feed.

You better show up soon or I shall suffer myself to try quicker than you can blink thy Bunny eyes even opened wider than wide. Yes, I've seen the eyes of thee sized bigger than the eggs of up my trees. Now that I think of it, why bother with this fit, they'll be gone soon to the eat.

Now, I sit below the nest at the rivers edge of my housed up tree, that I would surely climb to eat of what I know must not be the egg like unto the candy shelled as I've felt the likes of this type before up in my tree from the nest of the what I thought was of the bunny-bird -type candied-egg. Can't climb the tree with egg in hand so easy. Why can't you be up there already for me, oh egg of only white shelled like that of the bunny-birds nest?

How do I climb thee oh tree of mine divine? I here you yes I do and here you go if your up for the toss? Move your many arms with the help of thy winds oh tree of mine for the satisfied catch like you caught thy nest in branched up hand as you did in my dreams as well.

Oh child-man wavering in and out my tree, in and out of thoughts of the man type and of the child as well. I see you gaze at the whiter than what bunnies of even the greater white than the egg ready for thy throw.

My thoughts are with thee to rid me of this, and then I shall catch thy toss of wind ups best. This I speak unto you, water me down near thy ground at human hand, and do it not like unto that special day of embarrassment rains drops even so. Give me better than thy wish feed of the chocolate colored shell from the standing up bunny, that you ate under the fruit of my limbs with one such as this last year.

There you have it and heres of the something more as this egg isn't worth of the toss. Well thy deed has been done and the tree of thee holds part of you in it's branches unto it's roots, so I offer what the little ones standing under me with pots of gold shaped like unto Easter Baskets left. Stand unto my best side of branch of leafs best offerings, and shake my lowest of low branched like unto arm, and wait for my roll out my tree hole unto you best. Yes, yes, yes, the egg of my taste budds joy at last! The one on the ground I hate to say, I must be brought to taste of first for the worst best has brought all of this to come to be for me.

The tree looked on with senses better than human eyes, and senses such as mine that shared of the eat, and after I found it hard to speak in more ways than one, The tree let me eat it shells and all, knowing that the egg of his tree hole's best, would come to be put back by me. You see this tree he's been through this tree treat story more than once before and has come to be wiser than the owl of his branches as well.

Knowing even more-so the ways of the little golden basketed up people of more ear than hand, with ears as large as that standing Easter Bunny of the Child-Mans best. Ears like that of the Elephants also, and upright for the no need of the hands best toss unto me the tree to taste of their golden open landed ear fired up roasted chocolate golden beloved little child-men of leper-cons biscuits finest hours best. Worth hiding in my tree hole for the bigger blessing unto the bigger of Child-man, as there always made to last with the little leper-cons child-mens magic best and roasted in as well.