Egg Hunt Egg hunt Egg hunt Grandma grins handing us straw softened baskets for morning eggs Be quick now Quick sticks Quick sticks Rexster greets us in the hen yard on the slow swaying back of Seed Sack Then with a feathered swoop he's up off Seed Sack's head up over ours and down to the ground Gently we squiggle up onto Seed Sack baskets upended in hand Seed Sack slow steps off toward the chicken coop We hug hold tight for a few steps and down he sits We slide off in a bundle of chuckles He turns brays a big toothy smile shakes his old straw hat bits drift off like summer snow and then stands back up Again again again
we ride and slide slide and ride till we tumble down smack front dab at the chicken coop door upturned egg baskets now hats on heads and Rexster roo da doodling at our sides
The Chicken Coop We stoop into the chicken coop This is quick work a stinky hot feathered fluster bluster Cranky hens flip fly off their nests filling the air with fuss and feather Robbers we scoop and dash with the biggest and best Covered in a flurry of feathers like rowdy night pillow fighters we rush out to the fresh bright morning and to Rexster and Seed Sack waiting
Back Back up on Seed Sack's back we soft shimmy patting his hatted head Seed Sack grabs both eggy baskets in his big teeth and off we set slowly back to the farmhouse Rexster leads the way king of the morning parade Without once sitting down Seed Sack delivers us to the kitchen door and sets the baskets on the porch We pat pat Seed Sack and carry the baskets into the kitchen to Grandma My two quick sticks You were slow as new calves at fresh salt licks Hmmmm Seed Sack He kept we start explaining just as Grandpa home from chores comes in wide grin and says You can't tell with a mule They follow no rule We giggle giggle say it again again
