The Easter Bunny is coming, little one
It’s long ears and it’s fluffy coat

The Easter Bunny is coming, little one
With a basket of dreams and nightmares

The Easter Bunny is coming for you, little one
Its dagger eyes and its razor teeth

When it stands, it stands taller than any child
It’s gifts outsized by its bloodied fur

You can’t be sure that it sees you as it approaches
You know it sees you as it starts to twitch

Do not pray for yourself, as that would be in vain
Pray that your parents are not the first to see, what the Easter Bunny does to you
Those parents never utter words again
Pray while there is still time little one!

It’s insatiable lust for the necro-surreal
All because you are in the wrong place at the wrong time
All because your parents wanted more than the world should rightly give
All because you were left to play alone with your toys instead of in the kitchen as you normally would

Little one, the Easter Bunny is coming for you.