WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUN’KIN
By James Whitcomb Riley a local hoosier poet When the frost is on the pun’kin and the fodder’s in the shock, And you har’ th’ 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’s the time a… Read More »WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUN’KIN