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There lived some twins named Joan and Jack,

And they were eight years old;

Jack's curly hair was black as black,

While Joan's was fair like gold.

Their mother said to them one day—

“Dears, walk to Russett Hall

And take these eggs to Mrs. Gray,

Mind, don't you let them fall.”—

The children started off with pride,

The basket was so big,

That carefully each held a side,

Until they met a pig.

“Why, he's escaped from Farmer Brown,”

Cried Jack, “that's very wrong!”

And so they put the basket down,

To chase the pig along.

And when they'd sent him back again,

Joan found a pretty flow'r,

Then off they wandered down a lane,

And played for half an hour.

On, on they walked, and looked around.

An orchard was near by,

With apples lying on the ground,

And others hanging high.

They scrambled through the fence, alas!

T'was very wrong 'tis true,

But Farmer Brown soon chanced to pass,

And roared “Be off, you two!”

They rushed away, just like the wind,

Then Joan exclaimed “Oh, dear,

We've left the basket far behind,

It will be gone, I fear!”

They hurried back with all their might,

“Hurrah! it's here,” Jack cried,

Yes, it was safe, to their delight,

With all the eggs inside!