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Hey, you swelled-up turkey feller! / Struttin' round so big and proud. / Pretty quick I guess your beller / Won't be goin' quite so loud. / Say, I'd run and hide, I bet you, / And I'd leave off eatin' some, / Else the choppin'-block'll get you, -- / Don't you know November's come?
Don't you know that Grandma's makin' / Loads of mince and pun'kin pies? / Don't you smell those goodies cookin'? / Can't you see 'em? Where's your eyes? / Tell that rooster there that's crowin', / Cute folks now are keepin' mum; / _They_ don't show how fat they 're growin' / When they know November's come.