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When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock, / And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock, / And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens, / And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence; / O, it's then's the times a feller is a-feelin' at his best, / With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest, / As he leaves the house, bare-headed, and goes out to feed the stock, / When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
They's something kindo' harty-like about the atmusfere / When the heat of summer's over and the coolin' fall is here -- / Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees, / And the mumble of the hummin'-birds and buzzin' of the bees; / But the air's so appetizin'; and the landscape through the haze / Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days / Is a pictur' that no painter has the colorin' to mock -- / When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.