# 45 The Song That Never Ends

As we prepare for tomorrow's feast,this poem brought back memories of the holiday when we would pack up the three kids, mounds of food and other important necessities and sing this little ditty all the way to Grandmother's (and Grandfather's) house in Michigan.  Since no one knew it in its entirety, the first verse was sung over and over and over again--for seven seemingly endless hours. Have a wonderful holiday.               


                                                       Over the River

(Thanksgiving Day) 

Over the river and through the wood 

To Grandmother's house we go. 

The horse knows the way

To carry the sleigh 

Through white and drifted snow. 

Over the river and through the wood

Oh, how the wind does blow!

It stings the toes

And bites the nose,

As over the ground we go. 

Over the river and through the wood

To have a first-rate play. 

Hear the bells ring,

Ting-a-ling-ling!

Hurrah forThanksgiving Day! 

Over the river and through the wood,

Trot fast, my dapple gray!

Spring over the ground

Like a hunting hound, 

For this is Thanksgiving Day. 

Over the river and through the wood,

And straight through the barnyard gate.

We seem to go

Extremely slow~

It is so hard to wait! 

Over the river and through the wood~

Now Grandmother's cap I spy!

Hurrah for fun!

Is the pudding done?

Hurrah for the pumpkin pie! 

By Linda Maria Child 

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