Clayton carved this pumpkin. I love it.
Frost is on the pumpkin this morning🎃
When the frost is on the pumpkin and the fodder’s in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey-cock,
And the clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens,
And the rooster’s hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
James Whitcomb Riley
Ada got to see a whirlie jig. Kids are waiting for the big set down. Ada sit in green cockpit but they didn’t let the kids go up in it. Ada’s schools plans adventures for the children weekly. It’s a great place!
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What a great experience for the little ones! I had not heard the rest of that poem just a line maybe two!
I love it, Amy. Remember the one about gum on the bedpost. I can’t think of what it was.
I knew a song that went:
After the ball was over
Mary took out her glass eye,
put her false teeth in salt water...
hung up her wig to dry.
Stood her cork leg in the corner
hung her tin ear on the wall,
Mary slept so peacefully
After the ball.
Oh, Margie, that is a special song and I might try to sing it to Ada!
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