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Gobble, gobble, gobble,
Turkeys sad are we.
This glad Thanksgiving season
Does not with us agree.
Boys talk about Thanksgiving and make an awful fuss—
The feast that is so fine for them is always death for us.
This boy looks nice and tender, friends—he’s plump as plump can be.
Let’s have a feast ourselves today and eat him fricassee.
No-no-don’t eat me—don’t I beg—
Why not?—You find us tasty.
Don’t eat me—think what that would mean,
Oh, please don’t be so hasty.
Don’t listen to his tale of woe—our friends all gobbled loudly.
His father just chopped off their heads and ate them up so proudly.
Oh, let him go. I can’t be cruel. Yes, let him go. Don’t cry.
You chicken-hearted turkeys, you’ll be sorry by and by.
- lazy bums
- scaredy cats
- whiny babies
- crazy monkeys