Oh there’s nothing like November,
And you’ll say, perhaps, I’m right,
For to make a fellow healthy
And to whet his appetite.
For with pumpkin pie and cider
And the frost that’s in the air,
It Just makes a fellow feel like
He could eat all day, for fair.
With those wheat cakes in the mornings,
Who can stay in bed past six?
With real butter on ’em sizzling,
That lush smell and sleep don’t mix.
And the last thing in the evening
‘Round the fire, you and the pup
Share a glass of milk and sandwich
Just to wind the whole day up.
Yes, November’s here to please us
With a menu hard to beat–
Which is sure to win her favor
With us folks who LIVE TO EAT!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, October 10, 1933
