In the spring of Chapman '25, Eager young feet raced to arrive, Lilly, Caleb, Noah, and Violet's quest, In search of the Easter bunny's nest. Over hills with laughter at their back, Spreading out as treasure hunters in a grand track, The scent of grass and blossoms nearby, Underneath the vast and vibrant sky. With giggles that soared like a kite, Four sets of eyes, sparkling bright, In whispers through the meadow they trod, Guided by dreams and the hand of God. Together they found the wondrous prize, A basket of joy, pure surprise, A memory forged in the springtime sun, The magic of youth and the day’s fun run.