CHILDREN'S POEM
EASTER EGG
In my hand I have an egg; it's wrapped up very tight
Its shapes not round its oval and its colour's very bright.
I'm not sure what's inside my egg, it could be lots of things
Like a yummy yellow yolk or a chick with tiny wings.
Humpty Dumpty was an egg, but he fell off the wall.
My favourite egg's the sweetie kind, cause they taste best of all.
I know some eggs are very hard and made of different stuff
And once I made an egg shaped toy from wool and bits of fluff.
I don't mind that I can't see what's in my egg so deep
My Granny gave this egg to me and said it's mine to keep
So shiny egg your secrets safe, I cross my heart and say
That I'll won't take the smallest peep, until its Easter day.
© Mari Gallagher 2009