easter bunny

One of the least plausible stories

That children are ever told;

And yet they readily believe it

Before they grow too old.

What is it about this fantasy

That makes it seem untrue?

A giant rabbit, laden

With eggs, and candy, too.

The adult mind might wonder,

With all its years of advance,

How any child with half a brain

Could give a sound defense

That a simple woodland creature

Could travel to your home,

And come and go, while leaving

A treat for each one’s own.

While a child cannot make a logical argument for the above,

I with the mind of a man,

And heart of a boy,

Shall undertake to explain the concept that has been missed

entirely

It is not the children who are mistaken;

It is the very adults who endeavor to deceive them.

For every year the Easter spirit enters every one of them

And compels them perpetuate the fancy of their children

For another year, at least.

So you see, it is them who have us fooled.