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Here Comes Peter Cottontail
Here comes Peter Cottontail
Hoppin' down the bunny trail,
Hippity hoppity,Easter's on its way
Bringin' ev'ry girl and boy
Bringin' ev'ry girl and boy
A basketful of Easter joy
Things to make your Easter
Bright and gay
He's got jelly beans for Tommy
Colored eggs for sister Sue
There's an orchid for your mommy
And an Easter bonnet too. Oh!
Here' comes Peter Cottontail
Here' comes Peter Cottontail
Hoppin' down the bunny trail
Hippity hoppityHappy Easter Day
Look at him hop and listen to him say,
"Try to do the things you should
"Maybe if you're extra good
He'll roll lots of Easter eggs your way
You'll wake up on Easter morning
You'll wake up on Easter morning
And you'll know that he was there
When you find those choc'late bunnies
That he's hiding ev’rywhere,
Oh!Here' comes Peter Cottontail
Hoppin' down the bunny trail
Hippity hoppity
Happy Easter Day.
Beyond the gate awaits a world tucked safe behind a line,
As a row of stone circles ‘round to tell the world what’s mine.
Scattered slabs show the way along a winding trail,
That leads among a garden hid that resembles a fairy tale.
Hours spent on bended knee yields blooms among the vines,
Encased within these walls of gray where harmony is entwined.
Quiet dwells within the shade as gold trickles through,
Where a soul can bathe the cares away tucked safely out of view.
Behind the walls, a world begins, the most enchanted kind,
As a row of stone circles ‘round to tell the world what’s mine.
Teresa Stairs-Dennis 6/4/05
Fences are made of many things- wire, brick and wood,
Inner walls are built in the place where a dream once stood.
They’re built to protect what lies within, secure behind a gate,
For when the latch is set in place- the world will have to wait.
We create a safer place within these walls that we have made,
To allow us to walk face up to the sun or stroll among the shade.
Teresa Stairs-Dennis 6/4/05
As a row of stone circles ‘round to tell the world what’s mine.
Scattered slabs show the way along a winding trail,
That leads among a garden hid that resembles a fairy tale.
Hours spent on bended knee yields blooms among the vines,
Encased within these walls of gray where harmony is entwined.
Quiet dwells within the shade as gold trickles through,
Where a soul can bathe the cares away tucked safely out of view.
Behind the walls, a world begins, the most enchanted kind,
As a row of stone circles ‘round to tell the world what’s mine.
Teresa Stairs-Dennis 6/4/05
Fences are made of many things- wire, brick and wood,
Inner walls are built in the place where a dream once stood.
They’re built to protect what lies within, secure behind a gate,
For when the latch is set in place- the world will have to wait.
We create a safer place within these walls that we have made,
To allow us to walk face up to the sun or stroll among the shade.
Teresa Stairs-Dennis 6/4/05
God pulled a funny...
This isn't my idea of the perfect spring day- but it is beautiful. Its still snowing. Is it too late to go to Florida?????
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