The eggs were all found
In the places where they
Had been hidden this morning
Secreted away
The chickens got wind of it
A pastime may be
On non fertilization
Where creation won’t be

The children looked happy
They had found them its clear
All made of chocolate
A factor to fear
Kids out of Africa
Slaves to the cause
Stand up for Easter
And best do not pause

Piglets were slaughtered
And roasted away
Lambs they were quartered
Calves too they say
Blood ran like Spring rain
And fell on the sod
And the people consuming
Were no closer to god

Sung to with god on your mind
By bob dylan

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