Easter Chicken
I am the Easter Chicken in case you couldn't guess
I do all the work and yet the Bunny gets the press!
I fill my basket every day but I am just a hen
To my chagrin, a pullet in a world that's run by men.
One day a year, the hare comes here in topcoat and a hat
He waltzes in as big as sin and doesn't stop to chat
He gathers up my progeny and paints them pink and blue!
I squeak and squawk and bitch and balk, now really, wouldn't you?
And then that Easter Bandit, he's really quite the bore
Turns cottontail to my travail and hops right out the door!
Remember Easter morning as you eat your eggs with glee
The bunny's just the front man, it all comes back to me.