City sidewalks! Can’t abide walks
On endless concrete miles.
Pristine air;
And we’re squealing. . .giddiness.
Tails bells ringing
And we’re singing—
Such fun engenders smiles.
No, there isn’t a street corner near.

Jingle bells, jingle bells—
It’s fun to ride where it’s pretty.
We’re sleighing, horseplaying
As we’re laughing all the way.

Miss Fanny Bright
Is sitting right
Next to my side—she’s keen.
Clopping hooves rushing over
Good measures
Of snow. . .goes crunch
As runners launch
Through this Santaesque scene.
We have to hustle:
It’s cold and clear.

Jingle bells, jingle bells
It’s fun to ride with this pretty
Little thing who’s sitting
Near me, laughing all the way.