What is all this fuss about? Trains all loaded in and out, Blushing fruit and blushing maid— Sauces, jellies, marmalade— Pies and dumplings scent the air— Why, it's Oregon's Apple Fair! "Pyrus Malus King shall be," Shout the Profs. from O. A. C.— Till every apple gets in style With the famous "Billiken smile." Balmy Indian summer air— All aboard for the Apple Fair! See the beauties, old and new— Starks and Spitzens, Baldwins, too, Yellow Newtowns, Kings, and Spies, Gloria Mundis Jumbo size! Your aunts and uncles will be there, So don't you miss that Apple Fair! Sturdy stock from every clan From Halifax to Hindustan All reach perfection in the sun Among the hills of Oregon— So toss that headgear in the air And shout, "Hurrah for the Apple Fair!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ECHOING GREEN, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE COMFORT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE MAN WITH THE HOE'; A REPLY by JOHN VANCE CHENEY THE OLD SWIMMIN'-HOLE by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY PAN IN WALL STREET by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN SONNET FOR A PICTURE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |