113 Years Ago

<p>[Ebenezer Nezzer]<br/>113 Years ago, with one chicken and a coop<br/>My grandma started dyeing eggs for the local Girl Scout troop<br/><br/>She started making money, and as her business grew<br/>She got more hens and colors and she knew just what to do<br/><br/>She built herself a factory<br/>To do what she loved best<br/>She kept on dyeing Easter eggs<br/>But then you know the rest<br/><br/>I suppose it was bound to happen<br/>Her age she could not hide<br/>More than 100 years of living<br/>And then one day she died<br/>Before she drifted off that day, she whispered in my ear<br/>Those words I never shall forget<br/>I still hear them loud and clear<br/><br/>She said, Ebby --<br/>She always used to call me Ebby --<br/>She said Ebby<br/>&quot;I taught you the family business<br/>And with my dying breath<br/>I say you tell every single person, Easter means no death<span>&quot;<br/><br/>Now at first<br/>This all confused me, til then I realized<br/>That as long as I make Easter eggs, it&#x27;s like she&#x27;s still alive<br/><br/>She built herself a factory to do what she loved best<br/>And I&#x27;ll keep making Easter eggs<br/>My one and only quest