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Eugene Field - The Ride To Bumpville
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Play that my knee was a calico mare
Saddled and bridled for Bumpville;
Leap to the back of this steed, if you dare,
And gallop away to Bumpville!
I hope you`ll be sure to sit fast in your seat,
For this calico mare is prodigiously fleet,
And many adventures you`re likely to meet
As you journey along to Bumpville.

This calico mare both gallops and trots
While whisking you off to Bumpville;
She paces, she shies, and she stumbles, in spots,
In the tortuous road to Bumpville;
And sometimes this strangely mercurial steed
Will suddenly stop and refuse to proceed,
Which, all will admit, is vexatious indeed,
When one is en route to Bumpville!

She`s scared of the cars when the engine goes "Toot!"
Down by the crossing at Bumpville;
You`d better look out for that treacherous brute
Bearing you off to Bumpville!
With a snort she rears up on her hindermost heels,
And executes jigs and Virginia reels -
Words fail to explain how embarrassed one feels
Dancing so wildly to Bumpville!

It`s bumpytybump and it`s jiggytyjog,
Journeying on to Bumpville
It`s over the hilltop and down through the bog
You ride on your way to Bumpville;
It`s rattletybang over boulder and stump,
There are rivers to ford, there are fences to jump,
And the corduroy road it goes bumpytybump,
Mile after mile to bumpville!

Perhaps you`ll observe it`s no easy thing
Making the journey to Bumpville,
So I think, on the whole, it were prudent to bring
An end to this ride to Bumpville;
For, though she has uttered no protest or plaint,
The calico mare must be blowing and faint -
What`s more to the point, I`m blowed if I ain`t!
So play we have got to Bumpville!
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