Virgie was always begging to go to school with us boys.
"Papa, Mama, can I go too?"
My brothers had doubts. School was seven miles away -- a long way from Mama. Virgie was scarcely big as a field mouse. How could she make the trip? And girls didn't really need school. But I got to thinking: Virgie was free like we were. Free to learn. And didn't girls need to know how to write and add too? Mama and Papa thought so. And one summer, they decided to do something about it.
That was the year Virgie came to school with us boys. And she sure showed us!
Christmas is coming! And all Chita can dream about is choosing her very own Christmas tree.
"Mama!" Chita calls. "Mama! Is today the day?"
"Yes," says...
There is
a light inside of
YOU.
Let it shine,
let it shine,
let it shine!
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