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Show RIPPLING RHYMES Thanksgiving Day is drawing nigh, we plan the bill of fare, discuss the juicy pumpkin pie, the turkey rich and rare. We have such cause gratitude, for patriotic pride. template some oysters stewed or, peradventure fried. The season bids 'tis shake off gloom, let mirth and music flow; while in the Potsdam dining-room the Kaiser's eating crow. The weary war will soon be done, its fires will cease to burn,, and from their conquest of the' Hun our soldiers sol-diers will return; and waiting ers will embrace tho sons they've missed so long; and sweethearts meeting, face o face, will sing love's old sweet song. We'll celebrate the war lord's doom with all the curves we know, while in the Potsdam dining-room the Kaiser's eating crow. The Kaiser's eating crow, my boys, and so is Eitel Fritz, and Kronprinz Fredrick makes a noise like one who's throwing fits; there is no tur-kej tur-kej nn the board, a crow is all that's there; the Kaiser carves it with his sword and damns the bill of fare. The crow is but a scrawny dwarf, the sickliest of things; and Hindenburg and Ludendorff will get the legs and wings. Oh, let our faces be abloom, let Bill have all the woe, as he sits In his dining-room and wrestles with his crow. WALT MASON. |