67/365 The Hunt
The Hunt
Oh how adults love to hide them all
These colorful eggs, both big and small
We search for them like a New York detective
To find each one is our objective.
Where oh where can they be?
They are hidden well
We are perplexed
This hunt is swell
Now don’t get vexed!
At last we’ve found them
They could not hide
We gather them up
And beam with pride!
~ Journella
