Excerpt

Father Goose’s Year Book: Quaint Quacks and Feathered Shafts for Mature Children (nonsense poetry for adults, 1907)

JANUARY.

Poem
THIS is the month the skaters glide
Yo, ho! they merrily go!
Over the glistening ice they slide
Skimming the ponds both far and wide
With shouts–yo, ho!
With cheeks aglow,
Heedless of the wind, or storm or snow–
Yo, ho!

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