Mad Hunter of Eggs
Mad Hunter of Eggs enters the forbidden forest,
he knows not what lurks behind him.
A flash of pink over here, yellow over there,
how will he ever find them?
Suddenly he feels a presence,
and slowly he turns around.
Beneath his nose, a bonnet goes,
his eggs have now been found.
I'm not much of a poet, but I like the challenge. Too bad this is a late post for March. :/
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