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When the night winds whistle through the trees and blow the crisp brown leaves a-crackling down, / When the autumn moon is big and yellow-orange and round, / When old Jack Frost is sparkling on the ground, / It's Thanksgiving time!
When the pantry jars are full of mince-meat and the shelves are laden with sweet spices for a cake, / When the butcher man sends up a turkey nice and fat to bake, / When the stores are crammed with everything ingenious cooks can make, / It's Thanksgiving time!
When the gales of coming winter outside your window howl, / When the air is sharp and cheery so it drives away your scowl, / When one's appetite craves turkey and will have no other fowl, / It's Thanksgiving time!