[Ebenezer Nezzer]
113 Years ago, with one chicken and a coop
My grandma started dyeing eggs for the local Girl Scout troop

She started making money, and as her business grew
She got more hens and colors and she knew just what to do

She built herself a factory
To do what she loved best
She kept on dyeing Easter eggs
But then you know the rest

I suppose it was bound to happen
Her age she could not hide
More than 100 years of living
And then one day she died

Before she drifted off that day, she whispered in my ear
Those words I never shall forget
I still hear them loud and clear

She said, Ebby --
She always used to call me Ebby --
She said Ebby
"I taught you the family business
And with my dying breath
I say you tell every single person, Easter means no death"
Now at first
This all confused me, til then I realized
That as long as I make Easter eggs, it's like she's still alive

She built herself a factory to do what she loved best
And I'll keep making Easter eggs
My one and only quest