Over the river and through the wood, <br />To grandfather's house we go; <br />The horse knows the way <br />To carry the sleigh <br />Through the white and drifted snow. <br /> <br />Over the river and through the wood-- <br />Oh, how the wind does blow! <br />It stings the toes <br />And bites the nose, <br />As over the ground we go. <br /> <br />Over the river and through the wood, <br />To have first-rate play. <br />Hear the bells ring, <br />'Ting-a-ling-ding!' <br />Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day! <br /> <br />Over the river and through the wood, <br />And straight through the barn-yard gate. <br />We seem to go <br />Extremely slow-- <br />It is so hard to wait! <br /> <br />Over the river and through the wood-- <br />Now grandmother's cap I spy! <br />Hurrah for the fun! <br />Is the pudding done? <br />Hurrah for the pumpkin-pie!<br /><br />Lydia Maria Francis Child<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thanksgiving-day-10/
