Child life: a collection of poems . Over the river and through the wood,Trot fast, my dapple-gray !Spring over the ground,Like a hunting-hound !For this is Thanlisgiving-Day. Over the river and through the straight through the barn-yard seem to goExtremely slow, —It is so hard to wait ! Over the river and through the wood —Now grandmothers cap I spy !Hurrah for the fun !Is the pudding done ?Hurrah for the pumpkin-pie ! — L. Maria Child. IM CHILD THE CLOCKING HEN TViLL you take a walk with me, My little wife, to-cluy ?There s barley in the liarley-field, And hay-seed in
Child life: a collection of poems . Over the river and through the wood,Trot fast, my dapple-gray !Spring over the ground,Like a hunting-hound !For this is Thanlisgiving-Day. Over the river and through the straight through the barn-yard seem to goExtremely slow, —It is so hard to wait ! Over the river and through the wood —Now grandmothers cap I spy !Hurrah for the fun !Is the pudding done ?Hurrah for the pumpkin-pie ! — L. Maria Child. IM CHILD THE CLOCKING HEN TViLL you take a walk with me, My little wife, to-cluy ?There s barley in the liarley-field, And hay-seed in the hay. Thank you, said the clocking lieu/I Ve something else to do ; I m busy sitting on my eggs,I cannot walk with you. Clock, clock, clock, clock, Said the clocking hen ; My little chicks will soon be hatched, I II think about it then. The clocking hen sat on her nest, She made it in the hay ;And wami and snug beneath her breast, A dozen white eggs lay. Crack, crack, went all the eggs,Out dropt the chickens small 1 Clock, said the clocking hen, Now I have von all. MISCELLANEOUS. 195 Come along ni} little chicks, I 11 take a walk with you. Hollo ! said the barn-door cock, Cock-a-doodle-do ! — Aunt Effies Rhymes.
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