As Easter neared, the women came running. Their noses in the air. Faint smell of chocolates raffling on to each without a care. As every woman knew her love would only come in Spring. As only Peter Cotton-tail could bring what rabbits bring. And only chocolate bunnies hop on Easter time each year. As all fine women come to be his Easter hunt of cheer. And everyone can feel the notion they're in for something sweeter. As all year long the women wait and long for Easter Peter.