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One Easter day, I got a bag of jelly beans, just for me.
I picked ‘em up, I opened ‘em up, and looked way down inside,
And the colors there reminded me of Jesus when He died.
I ate them, and I ate them, till my jelly beans were all gone,
But though I’ve grown much older now, the mem’ry lingers on.
So when an Easter Sunday comes, and jelly beans I see,
I tell the children of my Lord, who died and rose for me.
I ate them, and I ate them, till my jelly beans were all gone,
But though I’ve grown much older now, the mem’ry lingers on.
So when an Easter Sunday comes, and jelly beans I see,
I tell the children of my Lord, who died and rose for me.