Easter Poems for Children
Two Easter Bunny Poems

Here are 2 Easter poems for children about the Easter bunny. In both poems, the bunny has something important to tell you.

Ever wonder how the Easter bunny got mixed up in the resurrection story? I don't know, but I think the good Lord helps me when I'm writing poems to include some good lessons we all can learn from.

Here comes the little rabbit, with a real Easter bunny story. He's got some great news for you.

122. The Easter Bunny's Message

     by Paul Berchtold, April, 2011

O little bunny, why are you hopping,
Why so fast, without hardly stopping?
I have great news, something so wild,
I have to hop, tell every child.

I have to leap, and not just run,
Which slows me down- that wouldn't be fun,
There's such good news I have to tell,
If I don't do it, the rocks would yell!

Hurry, I've got to tell you quick,
What I saw was not any trick,
Just this morning, the rocks were broken,
In a way, they've already spoken.

I was up in the early morning,
Then the earth shook, without any warning,
From a grave site the stone rolled away,
The night was turned into brightest day.

The entrance rock can no longer hide,
The miracle that happened just inside,
I saw it with my own two eyes,
Not ever before was such a surprise.

No person was there, just tiny me,
Soldiers fainted, and could not see.
I tried to hop away in shock,
But now I know, what's behind that rock.

A man came forth, the third day after,
And filled us both with joy and laughter,
My little heart beats ever faster.
I saw there my dearest master.

He's the one who made me a bunny,
He smiled to me so warm and sunny,
Why was I chosen to be his friend,
To feel his love that has no end?

Why little me? He made me to hop!
Jump up and down, and never stop,
Do it yourself, whenever you hear,
That Jesus is risen! Give a big cheer.

God picked me to be the very first,
Creature to see the grave now burst,
I'm telling everyone, it's why I'm hopping,
All my life I'll not be stopping.

I'm very shy, I don't talk well,
Actions speak more than words can tell,
So all my life, I'll hop the news,
It's little friends God likes to choose.

The birds are singing without a stop,
I'm using the gift God gave me to hop,
To tell you this special story grand,
Now help me tell it in every land.

Yes you, dear child, you have the choice,
To use your body, your soul, your voice,
To praise your Maker, and with him rise,
To enjoy as friend, his Paradise.

123. What the Easter Bunny Remembers

     by Paul Berchtold, April, 2011

I may be little, I may be funny,
You see me only once a year,
I am the little Easter bunny,
I have a floppy ear.

I am the butt of many a joke,
I do not lay a single egg,
No, not even a single yolk,
Take some pity, this I beg.

People make me a sort of mascot,
They poke fun at me, for frivolity,
But the jokes on them, I carry a basket,
Eggs of the highest quality.

Not even the hen setting on her nest,
Can color eggs like rainbows,
But children can, who do their best,
Their finest effort really shows.

So children dear, work with your heart,
Do your best at home and school,
Make everything a work of art,
Keep carefully the golden rule.

And as for me, I'll do my task,
I'll carry your eggs for many a mile,
All you need do is politely ask,
It'll make it easier if you give me a smile.

A little thank you, I'd like to hear,
For carrying your special gift,
This will be music to my ear,
It'll give my heart a lift.

When my task this year is over,
While I go hop, under the trees;
Or soak up sun, or eat some clover,
Your manners remain as memories.


             Poems by Paul Berchtold
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These Poems are Not Only for Children

I hope you enjoy these Easter poems for children - even if you're not a child anymore.

We remember that our Lord said we cannot even get into the kingdom of heaven, unless we receive it like a little child. (Matthew 18:3-4; 19:14; Mark 10:14-15; Luke 18:16-17)

My mother used to say, we should not be childish, but we should be child-like.

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