Over The River And Through The Woods

Over the river, and through the wood,
To Grandmother’s house we go.
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh,
Through the white and drifted snow.

Over the river, and through the woods,
Oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes and bites the nose,
As over the ground we go

Over the river and through the woods,
And straight through the barnyard gate.
We seem to go extremely slow
It is so hard to wait!

Over the river and through the woods,
Now Grandmother’s cap I spy!
Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!