When the Frost Is on The Punkin

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When the frost is on the punkin and the fodders 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 roosters hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence; O, its thens the times a feller is a-feelin at his best, With the risin sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest, As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock, When the frost is on the punkin and the fodders in the shock. Theys something kindo harty-like about the atmusfere When the heat of summers over and the coolin fall is here-- Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees, And the mumble of the hummin-birds and buzzin of the bees; But the airs so appetizen; and the landscape through the haze Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days Is a pictur that no painter has the colorin to mock-- When the frost is on the punkin and the fodders in the shock. The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn, And the raspin of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn; The stubble in the furries--kindo lonesome-like, but still A-preachin sermons to us of the barns they growed to fill; The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed; The hosses in theyr stalls below--the clover overhead!-- O, it sets my hart a c-clickin like the tickin of a clock, When the frost is on the punkin and the fodders in the shock! Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps Is poured around the cellar-floor in red and yeller heaps; And your cider-makin s over, and your wimmern-folks is through With their mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and saussage, too!... I dont know how to tell it--but ef sich a thing could be As the Angels wantin boardin, and theyd call around on *me*-- Id want to commodate em--all the whole-indurin flock-- When the frost is on the punkin and the fodders in the shock! James Whitcomb Riley The Hoosier Poet MM Format by John Hartman Indianapolis, IN 26 September 1996 Posted to MM-Recipes Digest V3 #264 Date: Thu, 26 Sep 1996 20:58:12 -0500 From: hartman@indy.net (John Hartman)

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