Come, hurry up, Sonny, And rustle your money! No time to chase chipmunks if you're to be there! And you, Mollie and Bess, Be a makin' that dress, For this is the summer we go to the Fair! They'll have all o' them shows And nobody knows How big it will be till a fellow gets there! There's all the concessions From foreign possessions— And your quality cousins will be at the Fair! The world's comin' our way, But sharpers they say Keep you watchin' your wallet and loaded for bear— But we'll camp on the "Trail" If it takes the last nail, For we've dug mighty hard to help fix for the Fair. Then hurry up, Johnny, And rustle your money, And get your new jacket and slick up your hair! Turn the calf with the cow, And arrange it somehow So the last little Webfoot can go to the Fair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS TO LAURA IN LIFE: 109 by PETRARCH GARDEN DAYS: 6. AUTUMN FIRES by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON ON THE EPHEMERALNESS OF BEAUTY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS OUTWARDS AND HOMEWARDS by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON |