Not one egg was dyed,
but there were motorcycle/lawnmower races.
Not one egg was hidden
but there was much wrestling.
There was exploring with some running
from a wet dog shaking.
There was football,
and dog ball.
There was ant hunting
and dog games.
All the family gathered, sisters, daughters and mates
three grandsons in the mix made quite a day.
Marcy fed us a banquet and we all played.
We remembered the reason for the holiday
and we were thankful.