‘T was on a dull November day,
When Billy, on his homeward way,
Met Mister Turkey, whom he knew,
And stopped to have a word or two.
Said Billy: “Thursday ‘s drawing nigh,
With turkey (roast) and pumpkin-pie,
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And many kinds of first-class fare—
But don’t you worry—you ‘ll be there!”
Now whether Mister Turkey knew
What Billy meant, I leave to you:
But he said, “Gobble!” trailed his wing,
And Billy ran like anything!
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