In a snug little burrow, by the light of the moon,
The Easter Bunny hummed a busy little tune.
He was painting up his eggs — red and yellow, green and blue —
With an awful lot of painting still to do.
He packed up his basket, checked his list twice through,
("Four hundred gardens! Goodness! That's a few.")
But out on the hillside, in the pale starlight,
Stood a unicorn, glowing, gold and white.
"Excuse me," said the unicorn. "I hear you're in a rush.
I'm terribly good at hiding things. Also: I can flush
A whole field full of flowers just by trotting through —
May I come along and be a helper-friend to you?"
The Bunny checked his list. The Bunny checked the clock.
The Bunny looked the unicorn up and down and thought.
"Can you tiptoe?" "Like a whisper." "Can you hop?" "I can soar."
"Then hop aboard the Easter run — I've never had help before!"
So off they went together through the sleeping streets and lanes,
Leaving eggs in flower pots and on windowpanes.
Where the unicorn stepped softly, tulips opened wide,
And every egg she touched turned rainbow-striped.
They hid them behind pillows, in wellies, under trees,
In watering cans and letterboxes — even one in Grandpa's keys.
And when the sky turned pink and gold, their basket swinging light,
The two of them sat on a hill and watched the morning bright.
"You know," yawned the Bunny, "I always work alone.
But eggs hide twice as well when you're not hiding on your own.
Same time next year, then, partner?" And the unicorn said, "Yes!"
Then both went home to sleep all day — as helpers do, I guess.
And all across the town that morn, the children laughed to find
Rainbow eggs in silly spots (and one in Grandpa's, behind).
So when you hunt for eggs this year, look closely at the ground —
If there are hoofprints in the tulips… well. Now you know who's been around.