Thanksgiving in the Country

Bring on the turkey, mother, an’ the fixin’s one an’ all,

Pile ‘em high upon the table fur the big an’ fur the small;

It is time to set the dinner, it is time to settle down,

An’ my appetite, I reckon, is the biggest thing in town.

Bring on the sass an’ dressin’s, don’t leave anything behind,

‘Cuz today we want to sample, mother, each an’ ev’ry kind;

So don’t furgit the puddin’, an’ please don’t fugit the pie,

Today’s Thanksgivin’, mother, an’ we’re goin’ to travel high!

Ain’t that turkey jest a daisy, ain’t he juicy, plump an’ brown?

Don’t he make you hungry, mother, ain’t he fit fur any crown?

See! His glossy skin is bustin’ an’ the stuffin’s runnin’ out;

O, I tell you, mother, children, this is heaven, jest about!

Draw your chairs around the table, loosen buttons where you kin,

You don’t want your highest collars interferin’ with your chin;

Now I’m goin’ to carve the turkey – pass your plates you youngsters five –

Today’s Thanksgivin’, mother, ain’t it good to be alive?

Nov. 22, 1910