Going to the Picnic

 1 

 There is a large crowd of young folks 
 Hurrying down the road; 
 They are going to have a picnic now, 
 And spread the news abroad. 

 2 

 They are wearing beautiful bouquets, 
 And carrying bright tin dippers; 
 New straw hats are waiving high, 
 And patent leather slippers. 

 Their hats are made of fine chiffon, 
 And decorated too. 
 There will be plenty of goodies 
 For your friends and for you. 

4

 They will have a big barbecue. 
 And a lot of other stuff. 
 They are going to eat and drink 
 Till everybody puff. 

5

 They will have cakes and candy by the heaps, 
 And ice cream pressed in cake; 
 Peanuts parched fresh and hot, 
 And a lot of fine milk shakes. 

 6 

 They will have fish croquets by the bushels, 
 And cocoanut jumbles too; 
 They are going to feed their friends and foes 
 And have enough for you. 

 7 

 They are going to have a big dance 
 And have a jolly time. 
 They want to show their handsome looks 
 Because they look so fine.  

 8 

 One barrel or two of lemonade, 
 Mixed all through with ice; 
 Lemons cut and thrown therein 
 Gee! it’s awful nice. 

 Of all the fun and jolities, 
 And all the places of rest, 
 Just go to an old picnic ground; 
 They tell me that’s the best. 

Credit

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on February 17, 2024, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem

“Going to the Picnic” appeared in Poetic Diamonds (Self-published, 1906) by Julius C. Wright who noted on the title page that this collection of poems is “written for the interest of the Afro-Americans and all concerned” and in his preface to this volume, Wright wrote, “Whether or not the contents of this little volume will suit you I can’t tell. But I have put forth my best efforts to compose something to please everybody […]. So I have pulled wide the throttle to let it go, and ask you to keep your eyes upon the rails that it may be widely and publicly circulated. And I truly hope that it will find a useful field of labor instead of filling an early grave in the cemetery of forgetfulness.” In his open letter to young African Americans, Wright closes with, “After a struggle of over two years, when at the midnight hours, with nothing to accompany me but the crowing of the roosters, the hooting of the old swamp owls, or the singing of the crickets in the fruit trees (in the garden), I have managed to hand to you the test of my talent. And I hope, among you, it will make hours of pleasure and sunshine. Let us pull together, with this our motto: Envy no man who progresses honestly, but earnestly strive to oppose those who oppress.”