| Show K A PLEA FOR TOR THE TURKEY TURI I SAW them first when with their mother they Took scratching lessons peeped a turkey song t tI And wandered in in the grass that turned to hay t When summer sun grew hot and days were long a Again I I saw them in in their youthful prime i 1 After the days had swiftly passed 1 And thought how old old Father Time Had worked to make their feathers grow so fast i 5 But months passed on the festal time drew near j The turkeys grew in strength and size and weight But oh alas I felt a sudden fear And pity smote me as I mourned their fate t I saw the gory gory execution block 1 And sharpened ax that told of days gone by When man against his kind with cruel shock q u Condemned them by the g guillotine to die But justice But justice seemed to call for deeds of shame In these fell feIl days when anarchy ran wild wild And truth and liberty bore all the blame When slaughter bade worst foes be reconciled J a But in in the death of these poor innocents 11 M Not even justice could approve the waste s sAnd 1 And mercy shocked forsook the murderous tents Where men raised stained blood hands bands and killed for taste i And when I saw the dread dissecting knife j J by hands that nurse the infant race l And not content with simply taking life t j They mutilate the corpse corpse oh oh foul disgrace r And there before the market in place market place in rows rl I saw the naked victims cold and pale t And seemed to hear them say in in dying throes Come cannibals our bodies are for sale My heart sank in in me for in in dream I saw Children and lords and ladies sit and jest Yea even judges of the moral law t tAnd And sport about the part they fancied best j jOh Oh pitiless pitiless' we send the Holy Book And missionaries where the heathen roam But in in our folly foly blindly overlook The unconverted heathen here here here-at at home Mosel Moody 1 t t |
