Hurry, scurry, scamper, hop,
such a bunny cannot stop,
through the grass and through the chill,
under bush and over hill,
quick to beat the light of day,
hidden in the morning gray,
bearing bits of colored joy,
for ev'ry girl and ev'ry boy.

Hurry, scurry, scamper, hop,
such a bunny cannot stop,
hiding eggs and hopping on,
in the gaily painted dawn,
bounding homeward with the sun,
happy that his job is done,
brushing off his dew flecked ears,
dreaming of the coming years.

As I Am