I sing this song in absolute protest of early Christmas Carols! Until November 23rd, I want to hear nothing but the hailing of Thanksgiving:
“Over the river, and through the wood,to Grandfather’s house away!
We would not stop for doll or top,
for ‘tis Thanksgiving Day…
Over the river, and through the wood—now Grandmother’s cap I spy!
Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!”