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A  THANKSGIVING  D1NNBR.

                                   Y    OUNG Turkey  Gobbler,  with  highly arched  head,
                                           Looked  at  his  mates  gathered round:
                                        ,f To-morrow's  Thanksgiving,”  he earnestly  said,
                                           "And  not one  of us  mast  he found;
                                   For  I  heard  the  farmer  tell  his wife
                                     That  he  would  only  kill  three—
                                   And  all  the while  he sharpened his  knife
                                     He kept his  eye  on  me.
                                   ‘ Forewarned  is  forearmed1— a  saying oldj
                                     Come,  let’s  hide ! ”  he  said.
                                   But  the  next  morning,  stiff and cold,
                                     He  hung by his  legs in  the shed.


                                   Miss  Yellow  Pumpkin,  with  tears  in her eyes,
                                     Grew  on a  sunny slope.
                                  “ To-morrow's  Thanksgiving— they  always  h a v e ;
                                     Rut they  won’t find  me,  I  hope!
                                  To be made  into pies— what  a dreadful fate! ”
                                     And she  rolled from  side to  side.
                                  <fOh, there comes  the farmer’s  daughter,  Kate,
                                     And  I  must  surely  hide!"
                                  Then  Miss  Yellow  Pumpkin  rolled down  hill,
                                     Bruising  her  dainty  self,
                                  And  she didn’t come  to  her  senses until
                                     There were  twelve golden  pies  on the  shelf


                                  "I wonder what  they are trying to d o ?”
                                     Said  the Apples  in the bin.
                                  “ If we're  to  be  pared  and cut  in  two,
                                     I  think  it’s  a  shame and  a  sin !
                                  And  only think— to be  wrapped  iri dough.
                                    And put over a kettle to  steam 1
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