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Five Mince Pies

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December 27, 2016 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

A was an Apple pie

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A was an Apple pie;
B bit it;
C cut it;
D dealt it;
E eat it;
F fought for it;
G got it;
H had it;
J joined it;
K kept it;
L longed for it;
M mourned for it;
N nodded at it;
O opened it;
P peeped in it;
Q quartered it;
R ran for it;
S stole it;
T took it;
V viewed it;
W wanted it;
X, Y, Z, and &, all wish’d for a piece in hand

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August 2, 2014 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

A Boy’s Thanksgiving Day

A Boy’s Thanksgiving Day by Lydia Maria Child

Over the River and Through the Wood
A Thanksgiving song by Lydia Maria Child

Over the river and through the wood,
To grandfather’s house we go;
The horse knows the way
To carry the sleigh
Through the white and drifted snow.

Over the river and through the wood–
Oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes
And bites the nose,
As over the ground we go.

Over the river and through the wood,
To have first-rate play.
Hear the bells ring,
“Ting-a-ling-ding!”
Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!

Over the river and through the wood,
And straight through the barn-yard gate.
We seem to go
Extremely slow–
It is so hard to wait!

Over the river and through the wood–
Now grandmother’s cap I spy!
Hurrah for the fun!
Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin-pie!

November 28, 2013 at 5:25 am Leave a comment

Over the River

by Lydia Maria Child

Over the river, and through the wood,
To Grandfather’s house we go;
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh
through the white and drifted snow.

Over the river, and through the wood—
Oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes and bites the nose
As over the ground we go.

Over the river, and through the wood,
To have a first-rate play.
Hear the bells ring, “Ting-a-ling-ding”,
Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!

Over the river, and through the wood
Trot fast, my dapple-gray!
Spring over the ground like a hunting-hound,
For this is Thanksgiving Day.

Over the river, and through the wood—
And straight through the barnyard gate,
We seem to go extremely slow,
It is so hard to wait!

Over the river, and through the wood—
Now Grandmother’s cap I spy!
Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!

November 25, 2010 at 2:02 am Leave a comment

PUMPKIN’S CHOICE

Pumpkin in the cornfield
Shiny, round and slick
You are big and yellow,
Ripe enough to pick.

Tell me would you rather
Turn into pumpkin pies,
Or become a lantern
With funny, crooked eyes?

This is my opinion;
I think you’ll like it most,
To be a Jack-O-Lantern,
To sit upon a post

November 1, 2009 at 3:45 pm Leave a comment


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