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CHAPTER VIII
FARMER BROWN'S BOY HAS NO LUCK
Oh, who would not a-fishing go—a-fishing go—a-fishing go?
Oh, who would not a-fishing go all on a summer's day?
Oh, who would not a-fishing go—a-fishing go—a-fishing go?
Oh, who would not a-fishing go where fishes sport and play?
Little Joe Otter.
Farmer Brown's boy with his rod and a can of worms was making his way to the Laughing Brook. He felt good all over, did Farmer Brown's boy. He felt good because it was the kind of a day to make any one feel good. And he felt good because it was a holiday
