The Sad Turkey Gobbler.

A poem by Edwin C. Ranck

O a fat turkey gobbler once sat on a limb
And he sighed at the wind, and the wind sighed at him.
But the grief of the gobbler one could not diminish,
For it was Thanksgiving and he saw his finish.
So the heart of the gobbler was heavy as lead
And he muttered the words of the poet who said:
"Backward, turn backward, O Time in thy flight,
Make me a boy again, just for to-night!"

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