Over the river and through the wood,
All of us packed in a row.
Siri guides the way,
As we tweet all day,
Through the white and drifted snow.
Over the river and through the wood,
Oh, how the traffic so slow.
It’s such a beast,
We’ll be late for the feast,
As we creep, creep, creep in the flow.
Over the river and through the wood,
We’re going as fast as we can.
The iTunes sing,
Ting, ting, ting, ting,
As we pick out our favorite band!
Over the river and through the wood,
Quickly, now I say,
Bump over the dips,
Kids throw iPad fits,
On this our Thanksgiving Day.
Over the river and through the wood,
Barrel down a winding way.
We seem to be,
Out of gas, oh gee,
We’d better hurry and pray.
Over the river and through the wood,
Oh, I see smoke from the chimney,
Hurrah, we’re here,
For holiday cheer,
Hurrah, for Thanksgiving to be!
Please feel free to sing this poem as a tribute to this classic Thanksgiving poem/song written by Lydia Maria Child in 1845. My apologies to those who are tradition bound but have a little fun and create new memories as some of our fondest and strongest memories are created when gathered around a bountiful table.
