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The season has rolled around again
For some good old-fashioned family fun
We've waited a long spell for the county fair
Now that autumn's work is ‘bout done

For nigh on a year, we've been gettin' ready
Each hopin' to bring home a prize
Aunt Maudie says she's finally gonna win
With her homemade pickles and pies

Granny's made a dozen of her patchwork quilts
People can't seem to buy 'em fast enough
She makes a tidy sum of money every year
Enough to keep her in tobacco and snuff

Brother Willy's gonna enter his punkin
The biggest one in the whole dang patch
Pa sells things carved and whittled outa wood
And makes toys nobody else can match

A spring in his step and a twinkle in his eye
Grandpappy's judgin' the beauty contest
He wanted to ride a bronco in the rodeo
Granny convinced him it wasn't for the best

My sister and I are in the 4-H club
We raised a lamb for most of the year
I can just picture that blue ribbon now
And hear all of those people cheer

The big day's come and it's time for us to fill
Both the wagons and Pa's old pickup truck
Our loads will be lighter comin' back home
The men are takin' first run moonshine to sup

The old truck’s rattlin’ and the wagons are squeakin’
Burdened down with our precious merchandise
On the back of the hay wagon swingin’ our legs to and fro
Us youngins excited ‘bout winnin’ us a prize

Oh, what a grand and glorious sight it was to see
When we finally pulled up at the old fairground
Fireworks, greased pigs, horseshoes and tractor pulls
Sure make for a wheelin', squealin' time all around

I could tell there was gonna be a big turn-out
Pa and the boys searched high and low for parkin'
I nudged my sister and we both got the giggles
Watchin' teenagers in some of the cars sparkin'

The grandstand's plumb nigh full of folks
Listenin' to the hillbilly band that's playin'
There's lotsa good pickin' and grinnin' goin' on
I recollect till after dark, we'll be stayin'

Grandpappy stayed too long after the beauty contest
Granny grabbed him by the ear and yanked him plumb away
We youngins got bellyaches from too much cotton candy
The boys found a peep show but Ma wouldn't let 'em stay

Maudie came in second place with her pickles
Willy's punkin and the lamb both struck out
But all the quilts and hand-carved toys got bought
I reckon we got lots to be thankful about

Tuckered out and sleepy, we finally headed home
I looked back as the truck pulled outa there
Thinkin' and plannin' what we'd do next year
For the annual Pig Whistle County fair

Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
July 18, 2007
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Music: "Roll A Bolla Ball" (A Penny A Pitch)

Sequenced By Gloria Canfiield
Used With Permission

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