An’ the sun ist shines! an’ shines!—
An’ th’ ole horse tosses his head an’ coughs
The frost back in our face.—
An’ I ruther go to my Gran’ma’s
Than any other place!
Over the river an’ through the wood
Now Gran’mother’s cap I spy:
Hurrah fer the fun!—Is the puddin’ done?—
Hurrah fer the punkin-pie!
An’ all the peoples they is in town