RABBITS, RABBITS

I keep seeing rabbits
Hip-hopping around
As I am wik-walking
Around uptown and down

They all carry backpacks
As strange as it seems
They act like they're looking
For things yellow and green

And that's when I realized
They're searching for eggs
To hand out at Easter
They can't borrow or beg

The eggs that they color
For kids every year
So that's why they're searching
At least that's what I hear