March 24, 2013

Easter—Children’s Stories & Poems


Also read 11 Facts About Easter

For children (of all ages) I surfed the Internet and found the following sites with stories, poems, and finger plays that provide Easter entertainment.

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Q. Why shouldn’t you tell an Easter egg a good joke?
A. It might crack up!
Q. What did one colored egg say to the other?
A. Heard any good yolks lately?
Q. What kind of beans never grow in a garden?
A. Jelly beans!
Q. How did the soggy Easter Bunny dry himself?
A. With a hare dryer!
Q. How does the Easter bunny stay in shape?
A. Lots of eggs-ercise!
Q. What do you call a dumb bunny?
A. A hare brain.

Q. Why can’t a rabbit’s nose be twelve inches long?
A. Because then it would be a foot.

Q. How can you tell which rabbits are the oldest in a group?
A. Just look for the gray hares.

Q. What do you call a line of rabbits walking backwards?
A. A receding hare line.

Q. How do you know carrots are good for your eyes?
A. Have you ever seen a rabbit with glasses?

Q. What do you call a rabbit who tells jokes?
A. A funny bunny.

Q. What do you call a rabbit with fleas?
A. A Bugs Bunny.



Can you say these ten times fast??!
1. Busy bunnies bring blue baskets.
2. Each Easter, Eddie eats eighty eggs.
3. Six peeping chicks cheeping cheerily.
4. Jogging jellybeans joke and giggle,
jogging jellybeans jump and jiggle.
5. Run, Red Rabbit, run!

Ducklings delivered dazzling daffodils daily


Silly Sally swiftly shooed seven silly sheep.
The seven silly sheep Silly Sally shooed
Shilly-shallied south.
These sheep shouldn’t sleep in a shack;
Sheep should sleep in a shed.



Five Little Easter Eggs

Five little Easter eggs lovely colors wore,
(Hold up five fingers)
Mother ate the blue one, then there were four.
(Bend down one finger)
Four little Easter eggs, two and two you see,
Daddy ate the red one, then there were three
(Bend down one finger)
Three little Easter eggs, before I knew,
Sister ate the yellow one, then there were two.
(Bend down one finger)
Two little Easter eggs, oh, what fun!
Brother ate the purple one, then there was one.
(Bend down one finger)
One little Easter egg, see me run!
I ate the last one, and then there were none.
(Bend down last finger)


Egg Hunt
(to the tune of “Clementine”)

Easter morning, Easter morning, Easter morning dawning fine
Have to find the Easter eggs now, I’ve already picked up nine.
Fill the basket, fill the basket, fill the basket every time
Candy eggs and jelly beans are tucked behind each growing pine.
Bend and scramble, bend and scramble, bend and scramble, reach and climb.
Find each hidden Easter treat now, pick them up and they’ll be mine.
See them glow and see them glisten, see them glow and see them shine.
Join me with my Easter candy and together we will dine.

I Love Eggs (Tune:Frere Jacques)
I love eggs, I love eggs,
Yum, yum, yum, in my tum.
Scrambled, boiled, or fried,
Any way I’ve tried.
Yum, yum, yum, yum, yum, yum.


Sung to the tune of Four Currant Buns in a Baker’s Shop

Six brown eggs in a nest of hay,
One yellow chick popped out to play!
Five brown eggs in a nest of hay,
Another yellow chick cheep, cheeped “Good day!”
Four brown eggs in a nest of hay,
One more chick pecked his shell away,
Three brown eggs in a nest of hay,
Crack went another one! Hip, Hooray!
Two brown eggs in a nest of hay,
Another yellow chick popped out to play!
One brown egg in a nest of hay,
The last yellow chick popped out to say…



The Easter Legend of the Robin

Once, long ago, a little bird in Galilee saw a large crowd gathered around a Man carrying a heavy wooden cross. On the Man’s head was a crown made from a thorn branch. The little bird saw that the thorns were hurting the Man. It wanted to help Him, so it flew down and pulled out the longest, sharpest thorn with its tiny beak. As he did, a drop of blood from the thorn’s wound dripped onto the robin’s breast, staining it bright red.

The stain never went away. And so today the robin proudly wears a red breast, because it helped a Man named Jesus.


by Karen S. Roberts

“Oh, my stomach hurts,” groaned Robbie.

“Hey, stay away from me,” said Dylan, “I don’t want your germs. Gotta stay healthy!”

“Don’t worry, I’m not contagious,” answered Robbie.

“Then what’s wrong?”

Robbie rubbed his stomach. “I stuffed myself with Easter candy. I ate almost everything in my basket.”

“But it’s only the day after Easter,” said Dylan. “You mean you already at most of your candy?”

“Yeah, and I don’t feel so good now,” groaned Robbie. “Finishing off that chocolate bunny awhile ago gave me a stomach ache.”

“I was going to eat my whole chocolate cross today, but now I think maybe I’ll just eat part of it,” laughed Dylan.

“Chocolate cross? I never heard of that before. How come you got a cross instead of a bunny?”

“Cause my parents want me to remember the real meaning of Easter,” answered Dylan.

“Easter has a meaning? What do you mean? It’s just a fun time with eggs, candy, a big dinner, and all that stuff, isn’t it?”

“That’s what I used to think too.” Dylan smiled. “But last year on Easter I got an Easter gift that changed all that. It’s a gift that isn’t like your candy. It will never run out, and it won’t make me sick. In fact, it’s a gift that keeps getting better all the time.”

‘What are you talking about? I don’t get it.”

Dylan continued. “OK, let me back up and tell you what happened. A year ago some friends of my parents invited them to go to their church with them on Easter Sunday and then to go over to their house for dinner afterward. We didn’t go to church back then, and I wasn’t too thrilled to have to go, but I had to go along with my parents. When we got there, they dropped me off in the kids’ church room. I felt kind of out of it cause I didn’t know anyone. But a couple kids there were really nice and talked to me and invited me to sit with them.”

“So what does this have to do with the gift you’re talking about?” asked Robbie.

“Hang on. I’m getting to that. That day I heard for the first time the real meaning of Easter. They explained that all of us have done things wrong, and that’s called sin. With sin in our lives, we can’t go to heaven. But God loves us so much that He came here to earth as Jesus. He let people kill him by hanging him on a cross.”

“Oh yeah,” said Robbie. “They show movies about that on TV around Easter. But tell me about the gift.”

“OK,” said Dylan. “It’s like this. We have Easter because (continue )

The Easter Story
by Annie Willis McCullough

It was late in the fall when Fuzzy Caterpillar gave up.

“I suppose this is the end of me,” he thought in his little round head as he tried to wriggle across the road and couldn’t because his back was so stiff. “Now I am an old man and I shall never see another summer. Good-bye.” And Fuzzy Caterpillar rolled himself up in a gray blanket and hung himself on the end of a dried twig. “This is the last of me,” he said once more as the dried little grub he now was rattled around in the cold.

All his beautiful furry coat was scattered to the winds. The path he had made in the dust grew narrower as it wound across the road. That was because Fuzzy Caterpillar had shrivelled as he crawled. Poor Fuzzy Caterpillar, who had so loved the Out-Doors!

The winter was white, and cold, and long. Then it was over, just as all winters are over at last, and Spring came. Spring came over the hills, in a pretty new green frock and with wild flowers in her hair. Sometimes she looked up at the sky, but oftener she looked down at the ground. Spring was looking for the little (continue )


All in an Easter Garden

Written by: Unknown, Copyright: Unknown

All in an Easter garden,
Before the break of day,
An angel came from heaven
And rolled the stone away.
When Jesus’ friends came seeking,
With myrrh and spices rare,
They found the angels at the door,
But Jesus was not there.

All in an Easter garden,
Where water lilies bloom,
The angels gave their message
Beside an empty tomb:
“The Lord is here no longer,
Come, see where once he lay;
The Lord of life is risen indeed,
For this is Easter day.”


On Easter Morn
Words By: Alice C.D. Riley
Copyright © 2003

The little birds with joy will sing,
On Easter morn, on Easter morn,
The lilies fair, their bells will ring,
On Easter morn.
Old winter’s cold and snows have past,
New life, new hopes, are here at last,
On Easter morn, on Easter morn,
On Easter morn.

Each blade of grass that upward springs,
On Easter morn, on Easter morn,
To waiting hearts a message brings,
On Easter morn.
The life that buds in flower and tree,
Will bring new hope to you and me,
On Easter morn, on Easter morn,
On Easter morn.


I got a chocolate rabbit
For an Easter treat,
A great big chocolate rabbit,
Good enough to eat.
So I ate his ears on Sunday,
his nose I finished Monday,
Tuesday I nibbled on his feet.
I ate his tail on Wednesday,
Thursday I kept on,
By Friday he was going,
Saturday he was gone.
Oh, I loved that chocolate rabbit,
From the moment that he came,
And if I get another one,
I’ll love him just the same.



Little Easter, the comedienne bunny,
Tried too hard at being funny.
She juggled and she dropped the eggs
They fell and smashed between her legs.
Poor Easter left the stage in shame
And thought that she might change her name.
But then that bunny read this ad,
“This Sunday we need help real bad.”
So Easter Bunny kept her name
And through the years has gained much fame,
When Easter’s Sunday comes each year.
She delivers eggs and we all cheer.”


Jelly Bean Stew

I’m making Jelly Bean stew
And this is what I’ll add
Every color of jelly beans
All the kinds I’ve had
We’ll put in a pinch of magic
One rainbow, finely diced
And to add to the mixture
A little sugar and spice
Then to give it the right taste
We’ll add a child’s dream
Add some imagination
Now to let it steam
This is how to make Jelly Bean Stew
In a imaginary way
This will make you smile
And maybe brighten your day






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