Happy Easter, All Y'all

The bed sure was comfy and the hour too early
to get up and start a new day.
Then off went my clock waking up the whole block
and they gave me ten seconds to run away.
I quickly grabbed my keys and a thin slice of cheese
as I hastened on my way
to make it to the field before the angry mob could wield
their guns and knives and Terry's trebuchet.
These people sure are grumpy without their morning coffee
but I made it out okay
for in the field there was a bunny who looked so funny
tossing eggs and candy and parfaits
into the trees, on the grass, and e'en beneath the overpass,
singing some nonsense about Easter day.
The mob petered out and forgot the lousy lout
who'd woken them while the sky was still gray.
Their kids are all finding the goods while I'm hiding
in my cottage a hundred miles away.