The Fall Fair Poem by Robert Kirkland Kernighan

The Fall Fair



They are makin preparations for the big fall fair,
And the farmer and his family are loaded up with care ;
They are rubbin down the geldin and the big brood

mare ;
And the three-year-old is frisky you ought to see him

rear,
As they run him round the pasture when they Ve got an

hour to spare :
They make him go full sail,
With red ribbons in his tail ;
Yes, they 're makin preparations for the big fall fair.


They are combin out the fleeces on the thoro'bred rams ;
They are pickin out the best of the pretty spring lambs ;
The hired man is workin on a wicker work rig,
For the easy transportation of the pedigreed pig ;
And the boys are all constructin the cutest little pens
For the safety and the comfort of the Vere de Vere hens ;

The 'ristocratic bull

With turnip tops is full
It 'll make a great sensation at the big fall fair.

They are makin preparations for the big fall fair ;
There is very much excitement in the circumambient air ;
Each farmer has a pumpkin that can 't be beat, b' gosh !
And everybody stands to win upon a certain squash ;
Not to mention barley, wheat and oats, and buckwheat,

corn and peas,
And the products of the vine and the harvest of the trees ;

While I hear the housewife mutter,
' They 'll never beat that butter!'
Yes, they 're makin preparations for the great fall fair.

They are makin preparations for the big fall fair,
In the barnyard, in the kitchen, down cellar everywhere !
The currycomb is goin and the brush is never still,

And the girls are makin butter with a flourish and a will.
They are glancin at the wall, where diplomas in a frame
The triumphs of the past are a glory and a name.

Before each eye arises

The vision of big prizes ;
Yes, they 're makin preparations for the big fall fair.

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