Aspen Grove, Mountain Cove

(to the tune of “Jingle Bells”)

Winding up the road,

Past Redford’s Sundance Lodge,

We almost hit a deer,

That’s why we drive a Dah-odge;

The road is curved ahead,

Snowpiles are left and right,

What fun it is to drive and drool

For buffet meals tonight.

Oh, Aspen Grove, mountain cove

Tucked behind Mount Timp,

What fun it is to feed our face

And turn into a blih-imp;

Aspen Grove, mountain cove

Tucked behind Mount Timp,

What fun it is to feed our face

And turn into a blimp.

An hour or two ago,

We thought we’d drive toward

The mountaintop with par…

- ty animals abo-oard;

The road was lean and lank,

It led us to the top

Until we reached a parking lot,

And there we had to stop.

(repeat the Chorus, of chorus):

Oh, Aspen Grove, mountain cove

Tucked behind Mount Timp,

What fun it is to feed our face

And turn into a blih-imp;

Aspen Grove, mountain cove

Tucked behind Mount Timp,

What fun it is to feed our face

And turn into a blimp.

The reason that we’re here

Is not to be inspired

We’ve labored long enough,

And we are very ti-ired;

So speeches and the like

Are something you can burn;

We’re here to have a good time ‘cause

We’d rather eat than learn.

(repeat the Chorus, of chorus):

Oh, Aspen Grove, mountain cove

Tucked behind Mount Timp,

What fun it is to feed our face

And turn into a blih-imp;

Aspen Grove, mountain cove

Tucked behind Mount Timp,

What fun it is to feed our face

And turn into a blimp.

(James Pierpont, 1857 & Dick Hacken, 2003)