text: 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, its like shes still alive
  She built herself a factory to do what she loved best
  And Ill keep making Easter eggs
  My one and only quest