Over the River and Through the Woods to the Escole I go.
Changing leaves, gnomes and things, I really must not pause!
Winding Paths and Deserted Roads, to the Escole I go.
Dark clouds above, a basket of food, my journey has just begun!
Past the Cemetery and Over the Highway, the Escole I’m almost there.
To sing and dance, and learn my French— every day I must go.
Lime-green Walls and Pint-size Chairs, 8 hours I will spend.
Dim grey windows, tattered books, reciting children’s poems.
Little Red Nose and Thin Wool Coat, I really must not pause...
For if the dark or rain won’t get me— the cold most certainly will!
*escole= school