In the Thanksgiving Day I like to see
Our cook perform her witchery
She turns a pumpkin into pie
As easily as you or I
Can wave a hand or wink an eye
She takes leftover bread or muffin
And changes them to turkey stuffin'
She changes cranberries to sauce
And meats to stews ands stews to broths
And when she mixes gingerbread
It turns into a man instead
With frosting collar 'round his throat
And raisin buttons down his coat
Oh, some like magic made with wands
And some read magic out of books
And some like fairy spells and charms
But I like magic made by cooks
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Thanksgiving poems
RandomHere I'm gonna write some poems to that so special day I wish you could enjoy it
