[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"
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"
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