WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUMPKIN’
by James Whitcomb Riley (1849-1916)
When the frost is on the punkin’ and the fod-
der’s in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the
struttin’ turkey-cock,
And the clackin’ of the guiney’s, and the
cluckin’ of the hens,
And the rooster’s hallylooyer as he tiptoes on
the fence,
O, it’s then’s the time 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 fod-
der’s in the shock.
First published 1883
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