Show The Turkey A turkey that is hatched from an egg is few days and full of He cometh forth like a flower and is cut he fleeth also as a shadow and As for the hen her days are as as a flower of the so she In the morning she is alive and in the evening she is cast into the Even so it is with the Today he he abroad and his wings on the ground as if one should say To-morrow he falleth a prey to the his flesh is parted asunder and his bones are distributed among the In his pride he corn and saying to things are made for my When his fall cometh there is none who the day of his and all men mock The hen turkey in secret she will raise a young and but when she is served upon a platter the eater lays and she The young even the little in the hide themselves in the stubble and strive against the wind and the for life is sweet to little But when they are become large and and the voice of Thanksgiving is heard in the suddenly their clucking and they become a part of the Iron County |