Show days true spirit abt ourselves alone Is thanksgiving motto grow fat along with me the best is yet to be the last of life for which the first was made the ax is in his hand assassinations planned sta stand nd pat get fat nor be poor vaunt of life indeed were turk but made to feed on corn alone to seek to find and feast when feasting ends to howl Is this the end of fowl irks care the crop full bird no doubt well soon be fleeced rejoice we are allowed to grow and yet be proud to grace the festal board be stuffed to burst be turned upon the spit till we have browned a bit then eaten up with one fell swoop worst so take and eat thy turk save carcass that may lurk amid ami d the glavys lure pick clean the bones next day pray eat us cold then hash us in a mold soup comes at last thanks be to hush bsh our moans 1 with many apologies to B browning |