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A Thanksgiving Fable
It was a hungry pussy cat,
upon Thanksgiving morn,
And she watched a thankful little mouse,
that ate an ear of corn.
“If I ate that thankful little mouse,
how thankful he should be,
When he has made a meal himself,
to make a meal for me!
“Then with his thanks for having fed,
and his thanks for feeding me,
With all his thankfulness inside,
how thankful I shall be!”
Thus mused the hungry pussy cat,
upon Thanksgiving Day;
But the little mouse had overheard
and declined (with thanks) to stay.
Thanksgiving Dinner
With company coming,
there’s always before:
shine up the silver,
sweep up the floor,
corn and red peppers
to hang by the door,
salad to garnish
and water to pour,
sample the dressing
and gravy one more …
Listen!
They’re coming!
Oh, run to the door!
A THANKSGIVING THOUGHT
by Bobbi Katz
The day I give thanks for having a nose
Is Thanksgiving Day, for do you suppose
That Thanksgiving dinner would taste as good
If you couldn’t smell it? I don’t think it would.
Could apple pie baking—turkey that’s basting
Not be for the smelling? Just be for tasting?
It’s a cranberry-cinnamon-onion bouquet!
Be thankful for noses on Thanksgiving Day.
The Little Girl and the Turkey
The little girl said
As she asked for more:
“But what is the Turkey
Thankful for?”
At Grandma’s House
I like the taste of turkey
Any time throughout the year
But it never seems to taste as good
As when Thanksgiving’s here.
Could be it’s all the trimmings
That are cooked with it to eat
But I think it’s eating at Grandma’s house
That makes it such a treat!
Over the River
Over the river, and through the wood,
To Grandfather’s house we go;
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh
through the white and drifted snow.
Over the river, and through the wood—
Oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes and bites the nose
As over the ground we go.
Over the river, and through the wood,
To have a first-rate play.
Hear the bells ring, “Ting-a-ling-ding”,
Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!
Over the river, and through the wood
Trot fast, my dapple-gray!
Spring over the ground like a hunting-hound,
For this is Thanksgiving Day.
Over the river, and through the wood—
And straight through the barnyard gate,
We seem to go extremely slow,
It is so hard to wait!
Over the river, and through the wood—
Now Grandmother’s cap I spy!
Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!
A Poem for Thanksgiving
The year has turned its circle,
The seasons come and go.
The harvest all is gathered in
And chilly north winds blow.
Orchards have shared their treasures,
The fields, their yellow grain,
So open wide the doorway,
Thanksgiving comes again.
THANKSGIVING DAY
Thanksgiving Day will soon be here,
It comes around but once a year,
If I could only have my way,
We’d have Thanksgiving every day.
