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I'm pretty nearly certain that't was 'bout two weeks ago, -- / It might be more, or, p'raps 't was less, -- but, anyhow, I know / 'T was on the night I ate the four big saucers of ice cream / That I dreamed jest the horriblest, most awful, _worstest_ dream. / I dreamed that 'twas Thanksgiving and I saw our table laid / With every kind of goody that, I guess, was ever made; / With turkey, and with puddin', and with everything, -- but, gee! / 'T was dreadful, 'cause they was alive, and set and looked at me.
And then a great big gobbler, that was on a platter there, / He stood up on his drumsticks, and he says, "You boy, take care! / For if, Thanksgivin' Day, you taste my dark meat or my white, / I'll creep up to your bedroom in the middle of the night; / I'll throw off all the blankets, and I'll pull away the sheet, / I'll prance and dance upon you with my prickly, tickly feet; / I'll kick you, and I'll pick you, and I'll screech, 'Remember me! ' / Beware, my boy! Take care, my boy! " that gobbler says, says he.