On Easter morn at early dawnbefore the cocks were crowingI met a bob-tail bunnykinand asked where he was going."Tis in the house and out the housea-tispy, tipsy-toeing,Tis round the house and 'bout the housea-lightly I am going.""But what is that of every hueyou carry in your basket?""Tis eggs of gold and eggs of blue;I wonder that you ask it."Tis chocolate eggs and bonbon eggsand eggs of red and gray,For every child in every houseon bonny Easter day."He perked his ears and winked his eyeand twitched his little nose;He shook his tail — what tail he had —and stood up on his toes."I must be gone before the sun;the east is growing gray;Tis almost time for bells to chime." —So he hippety-hopped away.