Before the cocks were crowing
I met a bob-tail bunnykin
And asked where he was going.
“Tis in the house and out the house
a tispy, tipsy-toeing,
Tis round the house and ‘bout the house
a-lighlty I am going.”
“But what is that of every hue
You carry in your basket?”
“Tis eggs of gold and eggs of blue;
I wonder that you ask it.”
“Tis chocolate eggs and bonbon eggs
And eggs of red and gray,
For every child in every house
On bonny Easter day.”
He perked his ears and winked his eye
And 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.