Easter Eggs

The Easter bunny sat and sighed
And scratched its silken head:
“Here are some fifty residents
For whom I've made these eggs.
I know I ran a minute-mile
Before the humans (sob!),
But this is not enough to feed
This chocolate hungry mob.”
But on a magic cloud appeared
A dozen pretty girls.
They were the cream of Rosstown staff
That heard the bunny’s call.
And clever as becomes their sex
They prettied up each breakfast set
With shimmering golden chocky eggs.
Thank you.