Old Mother Jones said sadly— "There's not a single egg; c
If this keeps on much longer, I'll either starve or beg.
I've done my best to feed them and coax them everyday.
But mercy me those chickens seem determined not to lay."
O'er Smith's old Domineckis, o'er ducks in Brown's duck pens,
He cast his magic sunshine-and led t^mlwherc he willeia;
. They thought that it was morning and soon the nests were filled*
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His Magic Stmshine Delights" (M Mother Jones. <&
When Whisk, tie Elf of Sunshine, saw her in distress,
He found a way to help her that I know you'll never guess.
He took his magic sunbeams, and with them quickly crept
To all the coops of neighbors where dreaming chickens slept
Old Mother Jones was startled— the eggs were a surprise, i \u25a0
. And tearsi : great teara^of joy* feept coming to her eye 3.
It was a lesson to her she remembered all ter days.
No matter what the trouble ia, why, worry never pays."
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