“Mummy Rabbit, Mummy Rabbit” by Jan Darling

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My favourite plate when I was a child had a picture of a rabbit wearing a red jacket at the front of a group of little rabbits, with the last line of this poemprinted on it.           Jan Darling

 

‘Mummy Rabbit, Mummy Rabbit

Where did you put my Easter habit?’

‘Which one?’ she said (she was making his bed)

‘I have to wear the one that is red!’

 

‘Why red, my kitten, you’ve a yellow one, too;

And last year you wore the one that is blue.’

‘I promised the others back there in the shed

That I would be wearing the one that is red.’

 

‘Bunny, my kitten, where is it written

That you must wear a coat that matches your mitten?’

Bunny tried to explain that the man from the train

Had said that red jackets were the best in the rain.

 

‘I can’t wear the yellow, my eggs aren’t marshmallow

And I don’t like the eggs that are filled up with jello.

It says on the packet I must wear a jacket

That matches my mittens – or there’ll be a racket!

 

‘Please, Mummy Rabbit, could you find my habit

We have to rehearse with the new Jackrabbit.

I have the crème eggs, the ones that you like

I’ll bring you one home when I find my bike.’

 

‘Oh dear little Bunny I’d love a crème egg –

I’ll look for your jacket, you don’t have to beg.’

So Bunny hopped off to the hall at the church

Happy not to be leaving his friends in the lurch.

 

Bunny they cried as our hero was spied

‘If you don’t wear the red, it will damage our pride.’

‘Mummy Rabbit is searching from the roof to the ground

She won’t stop her looking until it is found.’

 

‘Thank goodness’ they sighed, ‘cos we can’t change the verse

Now Bunny is here, let’s start to rehearse.

Easter eggs will be shared and happiness spread

And it’s Bunny who led in his coat of bright red.’

 

“The Easter Egg Hunt” by Toni Newell

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”The Paper Boy” by James Aitchison

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The paper boy

 

A boy on a bike

through leafy streets

delivers the papers

while we are asleep.

 

Who hears the squeak

of his speeding wheels?

   Not us, not us,

   for we are asleep.

 

Who sees the sun

glint on silver spokes?

   Not us, not us,

   for we are asleep.

 

The paper lands

with a thud beside

a garden gnome

who peeks inside.

 

How well-informed

   is that old gnome!

How lazy am I

   in my bed at home!

”Easter Bilby” by Kylie Covark

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Easter Bilby

 

Dad says that he’ll tell

The Easter Bunny

I’ve been good.

As long as I do

All the things that Mother

Says I should.

But being good

Is not always

As easy as it seems.

There’s always other

Plans to hatch;

There’s plots,

And tricks,

And schemes.

I’d rather make

Some mischief

Than waste time

To make my bed,

So this year

I’ll send my order

To my bilby mate

Instead.

 

“That Night” by Di Bates

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“After Easter Bunny Left” By Louise McCarthy

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 Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!

Leave your shoes, don’t worry,

Forget your jackets and your hats,

It’s time to go; let’s scurry!

 

So in the ceiling of the house,

Little mice and Mrs. Mouse,

Just after Easter Bunny left,

Embarked upon their plan of theft.

 

They scaled down walls – through gaps and cracks;

Avoiding funny, springy traps.

The moon sent light through window panes,

Assisting mice with their campaigns.

 

And then at last a glint, a gleam,

“We’ve found it, yay!” squeaked one mouse team;

It’s brilliant, bright, it’s so astounding…

Their little hearts were really pounding.

 

An Easter egg – wrapped in thin tin,

The mice created such a din.

But Mrs. Mouse said “Shh – quiet, hush,

We’ve got to hurry, we have to rush.”

 

And so with care the mice did toil;

Unwrapped the egg and left the foil;

For children love the foil the best

And mice prefer to eat the rest.

 After Easter Bunny Left by Louise McCarthy

 

 

 

“Clues for an egg hunt” by Penny Szentkuti

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Clues for an egg hunt

Go full throttle straight to the wattle.

Say “Hello, dear!” to the aloe vera.

Don’t ignore the kangaroo paw.

Follow your nose all the way to the hose.

Don’t be a stranger to the hydrangea.

Go and smile at the native violets.

Don’t be in a rush near the bottlebrush.

Do one more pass over the grass.

Gather your eggs by the big gum tree.

Share them out (with some for me).

“Billy Joe” by Toni Newell

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“Catch the Night Star” by Margaret Joy Gibbs

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Catch the Night Star

 

Before the squabble

downstairs,

Before the goodnight wink

of secret dragons,

Dandelions and pink

The clock turns blue

Then yellow and green.

Rose settles to sleep

With her books and bear

And bubbly dreams tucked away deep

Wrapped in a far away spell

 

Then, sadness sneaks in through the window

With the wind

In the trees

outside, uninvited.

 

And the night stars appear

To soften her heart holding the tears?

Beneath the pillow, runaway dreams

Chasing her fears,

The clock turns back to blue

Before the squabble.”

“Henry the Mazda” by Toni Newell

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