I'm in the River and I'm in the Woods

In a story
dating back to 1973, a very old house on 91 Old Sudbury Rd, Wayland MA, was reported to be haunted. The house was originally built in late 17th or early 18th century. The house's biggest claim to fame was that Lydia Maria Child lived out here final years there. (She was the poet who wrote "over the river and through the woods to grandmoher's house we go"). Over the years other rooms and pieces were added to the house.

I rewrote over the river and through the woods. Which was originally called "A Boy's Thanksgiving Day"


July 9, 2009, 9:52 AM
Jen D’Intinosanto

I’m in the river and I’m in the woods


I’m in the river and I’m in the woods
To haunt the house we go
I know the way, to deliver dismay
Your mind I will a’ blow

I’m in the river and I’m in the woods
Oh, how my wind does blow
I’ll sting your toes and bite your nose
As underground I go


I’m in the river and I’m in the woods
I love to haunt all day
Hear your heart beat, thumpety thump
Hooray for haunting day


I’m in the river and I’m in the woods
Think fast this scary day
Spring over the ground like a hunted hound
I’ll bang the doors today


I’m in the river and I’m in the woods
And straight through hells gate,
you seem to run extremely slow
From this nightmare you want to wake


I’m in the river and I’m in the woods
I’m a ghost who doesn’t lie
Hurray for the fun, you want this haunting done
I didn’t want to die.