SEPTEMBER PLAY SONG
Red Rover, Red Rover,
Let Alice come over,
For Alice is a scary girl
Whose hair is wild, whose curls are gold,
As bold as lightning by the river
Moving bluely to the sea.
Red Rover, Red Rover,
Let Billy come over —
Billy wicked, Billy bad,
Billy crazy as the daisies
In the pastures blooming mad
Among the grasses.
Red Rover, Red Rover,
Let Ollie come over.
Let sad little Ollie who loved pretty Polly,
Who lost fickle Polly to raindrops and time,
Let Ollie come over
All mossy with rime.
Red Rover, Red Rover,
Let Whozis come over.
For Whozis is looking for Alice and Bill,
For Ollie and Poll lying cold in the clover....
Red Rover, Red Rover,
Push all of them over.
Originally published in Perspective, xii:2, 1961, and collected in The Collected Lyrics of Lewis Turco / Wesli Court 1953-2004, Scottsdale, AZ: www.StarCloudPress.com, © 2004, all rights reserved by the author.
