Page 1, Poem written 04/08/2012

How long had the egg been hidden I don't know

in the back yard where it was forbidden to go

That's where the briars and the thorns of roses grow

it would have been a parting chore for Moses.

A hard boiled egg that was hand painted red

lay there in the tall grass that grew over our head

Don't know how long that chicken lay there dead

but it stunk to high heaven and with enough of that said.

Happy Easter and I don't know

who put that egg there in the snow

Cause that's where no body goes

So Happy Easter, Larry, Curly and Moe

So when you're hiding those Easter eggs

remember where you put them for goodness sakes

They smell real bad when they happen to break

worse than a skunk or a copper head snake.

Just like a stinky old pig sooey, sooey

that stepped on an egg phooey, phooey

If you don't like it then go ahead and sue me.

Yeah Happy Easter to you too, Huey, Dewey and Louie

Happy Easter and I don't know

who put that egg there in the snow

Cause that's where no body goes

So Happy Easter, Larry, Curly and Moe

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