In the beginning
There were 100
100 Easter bunnies
And that was enough
But, as there were more people
More bunnies were needed
So the bunnies
Learned to bite
Making werebunnies
Which only turn into bunnies
On only one night:
Easter Eve
Seemingly normal people
Get ready for bed
Lay down
And sleep
But once asleep
They change
They become bunnies
Little fluffy bunnies
The little werebunnies instinctively report
To their local
Easter Bunny depot
To equip for the night ahead
Carts, baskets, jelly beans, chocolate
Everything a little bunny could need
And maps, with lists
To navigate their routes
One by one
Their bags and carts full
The fluffy werebunnies
Go out into the night
Visiting all who believe
In Easter, and Bunnies
A basket of goodies
Is what they’ll receive
Gently, softly
The bunnies deliver their packages
And follow their maps
Back to the Bunny Depot
For a quick nose kiss
And then back to bed
To become human once again
And wake on Easter Morning
No memory of it in their head
Although some
With their noses
Still strangely
Twitching
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