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King Gobble’s Feast

KING GOBBLE, THE TURKEY, STRUTTING ABOUT.


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King Gobble was proud,

And liked strutting about,

And the birds stepped aside

When he pleased to walk out.

To his Queen he observed,

“My dear, drop a line,

And invite all our friends

To come here and dine:

I’ve examined the fields,

there’s abundance of seed,

And, at the farmer’s expense,

It will be easy to feed.”

Queen Gobble agreed —

She never ventured a word

In contradiction to what was

Expressed by her lord.

MASTER PIGEON, THE CARRIER, DELIVERS THE INVITATIONS.


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The invitations were written,

Then to each bird directed,

And a very smart fellow

Was as Postman selected —

Master Pigeon, the Carrier —

Who returned with the news

That the birds were delighted,

And but few had refused,

Whose children were young,

Just beginning to fledge,

And could not be left

By themselves in the hedge:

Such a washing of feathers

To get themselves clean,

After sharpening of beaks,

Was ne’er before seen.

THE FARMER THREATENS DESTRUCTION TO THE GUESTS.


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After dinner the guests

Promenaded together,

Talked of the fields, of the woods,

Of the corn, and the weather;

Some scratched holes in the ground,

Some basked in the sun,

When the farmer was seen

With his two-ballell’d gun!

“Why Dick,” the matter?

For miles have the birds

come in flocks here to chatter;

Just look round the fields,

And I’ll promise the lot

(If you find any damage)

A taste of powder and shot!”

THE BIRDS COLLECT ON THEIR ROAD TO THE FEAST.


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The day at last came,

And as the birds flew along —

Some whistled, some warbled,

Some struck up a song;

The country folks guessed,

By seeing such swarms together,

that no doubt there’d be

Either wet or dry weather;

Some knowing ones said

that they certainly thought

Putting salt on their tails