2006-10-30 03:34:55 · 3 answers · asked by Dana 1 in Education & Reference ➔ Quotations
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When the frost is on the pumpkin,
and the goblins are in the air,
we'll be goin' "Trick or Treatin'",
at least those of us who dare!
When the frost is on the pumpkin,
and the moon is sinkin' low,
we'll bravely walk the streets again,
but it might be just a little ... slow!
When the frost is on the pumpkin,
and the ghosts are rattlin’ their chains,
we'll be loadin’ up on "goodies" then,
an’ countin’ out our gains!
When the frost is on the pumpkin,
and Freddie Krueger slithers by,
we'll smile, 'cause we're not a-frightened,
well not enough to cry!
When the frost is on the pumpkin,
and Count Dracula drinks his blood,
we'll be walkin' then runnin' like "munchkins",
oh Heavens, don't fall in the mud!
When the frost is on the pumpkin,
and the wolves are howlin’and growlin’
we'll be havin' such fun, that we'd never run,
unless ... Frankenstein is prowlin’!
When the frost is on the pumpkin,
and Jason's mask is seen with a frown,
we'll try our luck, with a hockey-puck,
and score him straight out of town!
When the frost is on the pumpkin,
an' we're casually sampling our eats,
if someone jumps out of the bushes,
we'll just rely on our ... "feets"!
When the frost is on the pumpkin,
and a dark haze passes over the moon,
we'll be headin' home, wishin'...
it was the merry month of June!
When the frost is on the pumpkin,
an’ a chill is in the air,
us lil’ hobblin’ goblins will gorge
on our scrumptious fare!
When the frost is on the pumpkin,
we’ll beg to take our leave,
we just gotta go "Trick or Treatin’"
‘cause it’s All Hallows’ Eve!
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James Whitcomb Riley. 1853–1916
10. "When the Frost is on the Punkin"
WHEN the frost is on the punkin 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;
O, it's then the time a feller is a-feelin' at his best, 5
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 fodder's in the shock.
They's something kindo' harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of summer's over and the coolin' fall is here— 10
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossoms on the trees,
And the mumble of the hummin'-birds and buzzin' of the bees;
But the air's so appetizin'; 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— 15
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's 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' sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill; 20
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-clickin' like the tickin' of a clock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps 25
Is poured around the cellar-floor in red and yaller heaps;
And your cider-makin's over, and your wimmern-folks is through
With theyr mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and sausage too!...
I don't know how to tell it—but ef such a thing could be
As the angels wantin' boardin', and they'd call around on me— 30
I'd want to 'commodate 'em—all the whole-indurin' flock—
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
2006-10-30 04:04:47 · answer #1 · answered by Myself 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
James Whitcomb Riley. 1853–1916
WHEN the frost is on the punkin 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;
O, it's then 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 fodder's in the shock.
They's something kindo' harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of summer's over and the coolin' fall is here—
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossoms on the trees,
And the mumble of the hummin'-birds and buzzin' of the bees;
But the air's so appetizin'; 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 fodder's 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' sermuns 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-clickin' like the tickin' of a clock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps
Is poured around the cellar-floor in red and yaller heaps;
And your cider-makin's over, and your wimmern-folks is through
With theyr mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and sausage too!...
I don't know how to tell it—but ef such a thing could be
As the angels wantin' boardin', and they'd call around on me—
I'd want to 'commodate 'em—all the whole-indurin' flock—
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock
2006-10-30 03:57:00 · answer #2 · answered by crystalc419 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋