"Eggs! Eggs! Eggs!"

Jack and Jill have a poultry farm, Where all the fowls walk arm in arm; They don't worry and they don't care, It's no Misery Farm down there! What's the reason? I'll tell you-- Cock-a-doodle-doodle-doo!!

CHORUS

What's the song they sing on Sunday?

Eggs! Eggs! Eggs! What's the song they sing on Monday?

Eggs! Eggs! Eggs!

Hear the hens laugh-- Cluck! Cluck! Cluck! Foreign yolks have come unstuck! One egg, two eggs, three for luck--

Eggs! Eggs! Eggs!

This jolly song was heard every night last week by every Briton who tuned in on the London Daily Express's patriotic Egg Hour. Thus one of the Empire's great newspapers rallied to Her Majesty the Queen-Empress who recently signed an order in council (TIME, Feb. 25) decreeing that:

"It shall not be lawful to import any hen or duck eggs in shell into the United Kingdom, nor to sell or expose for sale in the United Kingdom any imported hen or duck eggs in shell, unless they bear an indication of origin.

"The indication of origin shall be conspicuously and durably marked in ink on the shell of each imported egg in letters not less than two millimetres in height."

Up to last week over 12,000 "egg packers" (wholesalers) had registered with the Daily Mail a pledge to deal only in "Empire Eggs." As the newspaper of world's largest circulation (2,000,000) the Mail lavishly placed in the window of every shopkeeper whose "egg packer" had signed the pledge the following placard: Not to be outdone, the Cornish growers of broccoli, succulent vegetable, adopted last week a "National Mark" for their produce bearing a map of England exactly like that on the Daily Mail egg placards. For export to France the broccoli is labeled Choux-Fleurs, Premiere Qualito, while Germans will receive Blumenkohl, Prima Qualitaet.

At London's aristocratic Savoy Hotel the Egg Song was played several times, last week, "by special request"; and in common music halls many a tedious comedian reaped undeserved applause by concluding his number with "Eggs! Eggs! Eggs!"