Peter Cottontail
(A parody on this old Easter favorite due to the white stuff
that still lies everywhere this Easter Eve.)
Here comes Peter Cottontail
Skiin’ down the bunny trail,
Slippin’, sliding, trying to stay upright;
Dodging snowflakes here and there,
Moguls forming in his hair
Oh my goodness isn’t he a sight?!
He's got popsicles for Tommy
Shaved ice eggs for sister Sue
There's a ski hat for your Mommy
And a woollen scarf or two.
Oh! Here comes Peter Cottontail
Slippin’ down the bunny trail
On this rather snowy Easter night.
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Here comes Peter Cottontail
Slidin’ down the bunny trail
Look at him slip and fall upon his face;
Colored eggs fly everywhere,
Choc’late rabbits in the air,
Jelly beans go flying off in space.
You'll wake up on Easter morning
To a foot of fluffy white
With those eggs that he was hiding
Buried deeply out of sight.
Oh! Here comes Peter Cottontail
Schussin’ down the bunny trail,
God bless you on this snowy Easter night!
By Linda Newman
© 2008 Linda Newman
(All rights reserved)
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