Hopping Herbie
Down the trail old Herbie hops.
At every house he makes a stop
Looking for a ready basket
Into which the candy drops.
Easter morning, faces pop
Out the door of every stop,
Smiling children see with pleasure
All the treats that Herbie drops.
At the end, his tired ears flop.
Herbie heads back to his shop,
Eggs and paint are all around him.
But his Easter work was tops!