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
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Little Orphant Annie
Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay,
An' wash the cups an' saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away,
An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep,
An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board an' keep;
An' all us other childern, when the supper-things is done,
We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun
A-list'nin' to the witch-tales 'at Annie tells about,
An' the Gobble-uns 'at gits you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!
Wunst they wuz a little boy wouldn't say his prayers,-
An' when he went to bed at night, away upstairs,
His Mammy heerd him holler, an' his Daddy heerd him bawl,
An' when they turn't the kivvers down, he wuzn't there at all!
An' they seeked him in the rafter-room, an' cubby-hole, an' press,
An' seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an' ever' wheres, I guess;
But all they ever found wuz thist his pants an' roundabout:-
An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!
An' one time a little girl 'ud allus laugh an' grin,
An' make fun of ever' one, an' all her blood-an'-kin;
An' wunst, when they was “company,” an' ole folks wuz there,
She mocked 'em an' shocked 'em, an' said she didn't care!
An' thist as she kicked her heels, an' turn't to run an' hide,
They wuz two great big Black Things a-standin' by her side,
An' they snatched her through the ceilin' 'fore she knowed what she's about!
An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!
An' little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue,
An' the lamp-wick sputters, an' the wind goes woo-oo!
An' you hear the crickets quit, an' the moon is gray,
An' the lightnin'-bugs in dew is all squenched away,-
You better mind yer parunts, an' yer teachurs fond an' dear,
An' churish them 'at loves you, an' dry the orphant's tear,
An' help the pore an' needy ones 'at clusters all about,
Er the Gobble-uns'll git you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!
James Whitcomb Riley
My fourth grade teacher, Mrs. Lee read this to us and I have never forgotten it or her.
She taught us the importance of poetry and how proud our state of Indiana was to have such a wonderful poet to represent us! She was an amazing teacher. I loved her so.
~Amy-Patsy
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!
I wish I knew the tune to that song!
How fun is that. :)
I remember something about the chewing gum on the
bedpost but I can't recall it for my life. :)
~Amy-Patsy
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