The Horn family were cheerful farmers, like honey sun, always smiling.
Sandy Horn loved animals, and she wanted a pet more than anything!

In those apricot, antique golden days, her brother, Al, wanted a dog.
At two years older than Sandy, much that he learned, she was taught.

Theirs was a hectic, but happy life, like lemony sun, chasing shadows.
Seven-year-old Sandy did her chores, then skipped green meadows.

Festival fun felt a lot more joyful, with friends joining in, some Friday;
Like eclectic, glad, wildflower fields, pretty in reds and golds, yet untidy.

Frisky frogs croaked for the fun of it, when family visited, in due time;
In fruitful days of leaping and flying. Yellow roses had begun to climb!

Sandy lived in the house of wishes, for a wish was born each moment;
Like crystal snows never fall singly, but fill bluish skies with movement!

In swaying trees of siilken summer breeze, singing red birds swooped;
On their street of sultry shine and cool glitter, where wisteria drooped.

Nutmeg nights, and the nice fragrances, led to noontimes of neighbors;
As seasonal nudges alter near environs, creating tulips, from its labors.

When 'Judith Baker' and 'Rose Maiko' blooms met, like leaves, soaring,
They talked about marmalade sun and heat, and the colors of morning.

'Apricot courtier' curried favor, when 'Anastasia De Green' dazed in lime;
And 'Mary Jane' blooms, wore new shoes, in the long life of summertime.

The anticipated day of going to market came. Al had meant to go along.
Since he was ill, Sandy joined Father instead; like glad, fate's velvet gong.

Everyone had special requests for Father, and he, himself, wanted a hog;
And a pig to gain more livestock. 'Twas nice, and sunny, not waterlogged.

Sandy was so excited! Going to market was such fun! Like clouds waving;
And drifting off to unknown lands. Or summertime sunset colors, raving.

They all got their wish that day. Al got a dog named Bengy, and felt better;
And mother got a tasty plum cake. Sandy got a small chick, and loved her!

In the evening of dusky rose, the homeward wagon jiggled and bounced.
She giggled away miles, as they shared a plum bun. Like love announced!

'To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again, jiggety-jig.
To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,
Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.
To market, to market to buy a plum cake,
Home again, home again, market is late.
To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,
Home again, home again, market is done.
To market, to market to buy a fat dog,
Home again, home again, jiggety jog.
To market, to market to buy a small chick,
Home again, home again, jiggety jig.'