Just when the room is getting dark And the night wind whistles low, The children gather around the fire All in a merry row. Noon's the time for the bubbles light, And tops may spin at morn, But just when the twilight shadows fall Is the time to pop the corn. See it! Hear it! Pop! Pop! Pop! Hippity! Skippity! Hop! Hop! Hop! Dolls and hoops may do for morn, But night's the time to pop the corn.
Golden grains in your hands you hold, But into the pan they go, And quick as a wink the wizard Heat Will turn them all to snow. Shake them up with a steady hand Over the firelight bright, Then turn them out into the big brown bowl In their fluted caps of white See them! Hear them! Pop! Pop! Pop! Hippity! Skippity! Hop! Hop! Hop! Kites and tops may do for morn, But night's the time to pop the corn. —Angelina W. Wray The Ladies' World, December, 1896, p. 14.