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Oh, what shall I sing this lovely spring When all the sky's aglow With the sun's gold tint and the pure white glint Of clouds like drifts of snow.
"Well, well, well," exclaimed dear Uncle Lucky with a sigh, laying down his book, "that is a beautiful poem. " Pushing his spectacles back on his forehead, he was just about to sigh again when the telephone rang, One, two, three! Jingle, jingle, jingle!