Somewhere in the South Pacific
In the middle of the sea
There’s an island filled with magic chickens
That lay chocolate eggs for me

And I am the Easter Bunny
The master of the hunt for eggs
Wrapped in foil and brightly coloured
A workout for the brains and legs

I hop here on my island
Among the bunny-shaped stone statues
While my chickens squeeze out their chocolate treats
And I invent the clues

For adventurers when they turn up
Upon Easter Egg Island’s shores
Who come looking for as many eggs
As their boats can possibly store

But I can’t leave my native land
You could say it fits me like a glove
Because I’ve eaten one chocolate egg too many
Now can’t move to spread the Easter love.

Easter Egg Island - A short funny poem about the home of the hunt for the sweet treats