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Egg Roll

The Scottish Bunny 
Didn't have lots of money,
But he had a lot of eggs.

Bright ones, striped ones,
Polka-dotted dyed ones-
He'd roll them with his legs.

One day he was strolling,
While he was rolling
And came to the edge of a brae.

Lo and behold, 
The eggs continued to go,
And they all just rolled away.

The bunny, sad-hearted,
That his eggs had departed,
Brought paws up to his face.

Left and right, 
In dark and light,
They'd rolled all over the place.

"Did someone behold
The whole thing unfold
And may be able to tell me

Of where to look,
Or if someone took, 
My eggs, thinking they were free?"

He calmed down
And looked around,
Beginning his exploration.

Above on a twig,
Munching a fig,
Finch began a conversation.

"You look sad
Like something bad
happened," the finch tweeted.

"My eggs are gone,
They have withdrawn,"
Bunny replied, defeated.

"Have you seen them, please?
From in the trees?"
Bunny asked in a hopeful tone.

"They're of bright hues,
If that offers clues,
'Cause where they are is unknown."

"I think I have found
Some on the ground
While I was flying above the heathers!"

Bunny got excited, 
But was less than delighted,
When all Finch brought were feathers.

He walked down the hill
To the watery rill,
And saw his old Squirrel friend.

He then inquired
About the eggs he'd acquired,
That were now lost around the bend.

"They had gotten away,
This very day, 
And rolled across on the ground.

They have some designs, 
Like big dots and lines,
And are ovalish and round."

Squirrel's face had beamed,
And so it had seemed,
Knew where the eggs would be!

He then explained,
He thought them unclaimed
And stored them in his tree.

Squirrel adjourned
And shortly returned,
But alas, he had misspoke.

It wasn't round eggs
He pushed with his legs,
Just some acorns from an oak.

"Thank you, friend,"
Bunny had said,
As he explained these weren't right.

Then with a goodbye,
He went off to find
His eggs that had taken flight.

He came upon
A greenish pond,
And saw his good pal Duck.

He decided to ask
If she'd seen his stash,
Perhaps he would have some luck.

He described them here,
How they brought him much cheer,
And waited for Duck to reply.

Duck thought for a bit
As she did sit,
Then looked up with a gleam in her eye.

"While they're not exact,
And some might be cracked.
I might have something for you!

Some eggs haven't hatched, 
I've got a whole batch
That you can re-dye anew!"

Bunny said, "No thanks"
And left the pond's banks
To continue to work on his goal.

He walked through the woods,
Looking round for his goods,
When he came upon his mate, Mole.

He decided to ask, 
If by some chance,
Mole knew where his eggs were.

Surprising the Bunny, 
Mole replied, "It is funny,
But I think I can help you, Sir!"

Bunny hoped this was it
So he could finally quit
His search and all this toil.

But Mole's eyesight was bad-
It wasn't eggs that he had,
Just big, hardened clumps of soil.

Bunny felt dejected
And finally elected
To take a break from his search.

At the base of the hill,
It was quiet and still,
As he took refuge near a birch.

With his head in paw,
Out of his eye he saw
Something colorful in the grass.

"Could it really be one
Of my eggs?" he thought, stunned,
He had taken so long to amass?

It was next to a stone, 
And it wasn't alone!
All his eggs had landed right here!

Despite the pursuit
And its very long route,
All along they were actually near!

With some disbelief
And a sigh of relief,
Bunny gathered his eggs he so prized.

It took close to an hour,
Through meadow and flowers,
To find all the grass had disguised.

It was a very hard day,
Frustrating, he'd say.
Bunny would tell anyone who would ask it.

The lesson he learned
After being so spurned?
Don't keep all your eggs in one basket.


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