Over the River
Over the river and through the woods To Grandmother's house we go. The horse knows the way To carry the sleigh Through the white and drifted snow, Oh! Over the river and through the woods Oh, how the wind does blow. It stings the nose And bites the toes As over the ground we go. Over the river and through the woods Trot fast my dapple gray. Spring over the ground Like a hunting hound On this Thanksgiving Day, Hey! Over the river and through the woods Now Grandmother's face I spy. Hurrah for the fun, Is the pudding done? Hurrah for the pumpkin pie. by Mother Goose