Easter Peter
As Easter neared, the women came running.
Their noses in the air.
Faint smell of chocolates raffling on
to each without a care.
As every woman knew her love
would only come in Spring.
As only Peter Cotton-tail
could bring what rabbits bring.
And only chocolate bunnies hop
on Easter time each year.
As all fine women come to be
his Easter hunt of cheer.
And everyone can feel the notion
they're in for something sweeter.
As all year long the women wait
and long for Easter Peter.
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