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<h2> A THANKSGIVING DREAM </h2>
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I'm pretty nearly certain that't was 'bout two weeks ago,—<br/>
It might be more, or, p'raps 't was less,—but, anyhow, I know<br/>
'T was on the night I ate the four big saucers of ice cream<br/>
That I dreamed jest the horriblest, most awful, <i>worstest</i> dream.<br/>
I dreamed that 'twas Thanksgiving and I saw our table laid<br/>
With every kind of goody that, I guess, was ever made;<br/>
With turkey, and with puddin', and with everything,—but, gee!<br/>
'T was dreadful, 'cause they was alive, and set and looked at me.<br/>
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And then a great big gobbler, that was on a platter there,<br/>
He stood up on his drumsticks, and he says, "You boy, take care!<br/>
For if, Thanksgivin' Day, you taste my dark meat or my white,<br/>
I'll creep up to your bedroom in the middle of the night;<br/>
I'll throw off all the blankets, and I'll pull away the sheet,<br/>
I'll prance and dance upon you with my prickly, tickly feet;<br/>
I'll kick you, and I'll pick you, and I'll screech, 'Remember me!'<br/>
Beware, my boy! Take care, my boy!" that gobbler says, says he.<br/></p>
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