216+ Easter Rabbit Jokes That Are Bunny-Approved and Eggstra Funny

I opened a bunny bakery—every carrot cake is hare-made!

That rabbit got promoted—he’s a hare manager now.

My bunny opened a startup—it’s called “Hopify.”

She runs a carrot consulting firm—it’s wildly productive.

That rabbit’s salary? One hundred grand-hop.

Our office bunny just got furloughed… he’s on hare leave.

Don’t trust the CEO bunny—he’s a little sketchy.

I asked the bunny for advice. He told me to hop to it.

Bunny accountants? Great with egg-sheets.

The bunny lawyer? Always bails on hare-ings.

That joke cracked me up!

I’m egg-cited to tell you more.

You’re egg-sactly who I wanted to pun with.

This humor’s egg-ceptional.

Why did the egg cross the road? To get to the shell station.

Stop yolking around!

What’s an egg’s least favorite day? Fry-day.

This joke? Egg-stra cheesy.

Shell we continue?

I’m egg-hausted from laughing.

I hop you’re ready for this.

My bunny runs marathons—he’s a hare-o.

That rabbit’s got some serious jump-scare energy.

Hop until you drop!

I’m hip-hoppin’ and joke-droppin’.

No hare, don’t care.

This joke? Pure hare-brained genius.

A bunny’s favorite band? Hop Direction.

I carrot believe these hops.

Just out here hop-timizing my puns.

That bunny’s got a sweet tooth—he chews himself.

I bit the ears off first. That’s bunny law.

My chocolate bunny ghosted me—he melted.

Hollow inside? Same.

I don’t trust solid bunnies… too dense.

Dark chocolate bunnies have mysterious auras.

What did the bunny say to the chocolate? “You complete me.”

I asked for a date, she said “Choco-later.”

That bunny was deliciously shady.

Love is sweet, but chocolate wins.

I’m totally basket-case level excited.

I put all my jokes in one basket.

Easter baskets: the original loot boxes.

That bunny’s got basket-ball skills.

He’s carrying the emotional basket.

My jokes are basket-level crazy.

I bring drama… and a pastel basket.

This basket holds hopes, dreams, and jellybeans.

Basket up, buttercup.

Hare’s my basket. Don’t touch it.

This humor is fluffing amazing.

Fluff yeah!

That bunny is thicc… with fluff.

So fluffy, I screamed.

Bunny fur is just cotton candy with sass.

Don’t fluff with me.

I fluff where I want.

My soul is 90% fluff today.

That was fluffin’ hilarious.

Floofy vibes only.

Spring into laughter!

I’ve pollen for you.

Don’t leaf—jokes are just blooming.

Hay fever? More like slay fever.

I rose to the occasion.

No rain, no flowers, no puns.

These jokes are thyme-less.

Let’s daffo-dilly dally.

Planting jokes and watching them grow.

Petal to the metal, bunny!

Bean there, munched that.

Sweet tooth? More like sweet fang.

That jellybean was sus.

I chew-se candy over emotions.

Sugar rush? Call me Speed Bean.

Don’t talk to me before my 6AM jellybean.

Licorice is for the emotionally distant.

I sorted my jellybeans by trauma.

Green ones taste like decisions I regret.

Bean me up, Bunny!

Just chillin’ with my peeps.

That peep ghosted me.

Yellow is the color of snack betrayal.

Peeps are suspiciously squishy.

Don’t trust a peep who doesn’t melt.

That marshmallow’s a soft king.

Peep me at brunch.

Life’s sweet. Then you peep.

I’m just a peep in a chaotic world.

Mellow out, marshmallow.

Bunny’s hiding spots? Legendary.

Found an egg. Lost my sanity.

This hunt is emotionally exhausting.

I hide my feelings better than eggs.

I cracked under the pressure.

That egg was a decoy!

Hide it where? I don’t even hide my anxiety.

Hunt me down—if you dare.

I found chocolate… in my hair.

Hide and eek!

Are you a carrot? Because I’m drawn to you.

Hop into my DMs.

You make my heart thump-thump.

Some bunny loves you—spoiler: it’s me.

I carrot live without you.

Our chemistry? Egg-splosive.

You’re so cute, I lost my hop.

You’ve got that bunny rizz.

I’m not hare to play games.

You’re every bunny’s dream.

That carrot’s a snack and a side.

I carrot even with this joke.

Bugs Bunny called—he wants his lunch back.

I’m feeling a little un-peel-ed.

That carrot’s got crunch cred.

Orange you glad we’re laughing?

Vitamin A+ puns incoming!

Stop judging my carrot choices.

I’m rooted in humor.

Stay grounded, veg out.

Hare-ithmetic is hard.

I failed hop-science.

Bunny class? Too many hare-raisers.

The principal’s name? Mr. Fluffenstein.

Homework is for turtles.

Bunny cheat sheets are just carrots.

I got suspended for bouncing in halls.

My grades are eggstremely low.

Bunny recess > bunny math.

I majored in Fluffology.

Bunny drinks only carrotinis.

I’ll have a hop-tail, please.

Sippin’ tea like a sassy rabbit.

Tipsy bunny? Just more adorable.

This cocktail’s got hare in it!

I drink and I hop.

The party’s thumping—literally.

That bunny knows how to shake (a martini).

Hare of the dog, anyone?

Bunny’s favorite shot? Eggspresso.

I got two left paws.

Hop it like it’s hot.

The cha-cha-hop is my jam.

Bunny breakdancing? Iconic.

My twerk has a tail.

Pop, lock, and bunny drop.

I’m thumpin’ to the beat.

This bunny moonwalks on marshmallows.

I floss—fur real.

Shake your cottontail!

Went viral for thumping too loud.

Hashtag: #EarsOnFleek.

I’m a hop-fluencer now.

POV: You’re scrolling and I pop up in bunny ears.

Follow me for bunny rants.

ThumpTok is where I live.

That dance was un-fur-gettable.

I bunny-trended for snacking too hard.

My niche? Easter-core chaos.

Posting fluff, not facts.

This town ain’t big enough for all my fluff.

I’m the fastest hop in the west.

Wanted for egg-smuggling.

My cowboy hat’s bigger than my ears.

Bunny sheriff thumpin’ justice.

I duel at high noon—with jellybeans.

I carrot stop being rootin’-tootin’.

Call me Hop Cassidy.

Dusty trails and fuzzy tails.

I rode off into the fluffset.

I do squats… mostly hops.

My glutes? Cottontail-powered.

Carrot protein shakes only.

Hop reps, not bench press.

I’m ripped like paper egg wrap.

Bunny bootcamp has no chill.

I run laps around the carrot patch.

Burpees? More like hop-pees.

Thump-thighs save lives.

Bunnies do HIIT—Hop Interval Intense Training.

I dream in pastels and carrots.

Can’t sleep—too hoppy.

My bedtime story? Peter Panini.

Nightmares? Only of peeps attacking.

I sleep curled like a cinnamon roll.

My PJs are 100% fluff.

Bunny snores = gentle thumps.

I count carrots, not sheep.

Caught napping mid-hop.

Bunny sleep = instant reboot.

You’re egg-ceptional, don’t yolk around.

I shell-ebrate your humor.

Cracked a joke, now I’m sunny-side down.

You’re over-easy to love.

These puns are hard-boiled greatness.

I egg-nored my responsibilities.

Let’s get scrambled!

Shell shocked from this comedy.

I’ve got no chill—just cholesterol.

I’m not yolking, that’s the last pun!