On this festive occasion
it's a question that begs
in the Lord's own equation
there's no mention of eggs.
All the chickens and bunnies
keeping well occupied
hiding eggs behind dunnies
where the spirits reside.
And when dawn wakes the masses
they stand up on their legs.
Yes, they all have their asses,
only some carry eggs.
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gender-matters/
