Thanksgiving day I like to see
Our cook perform her witchery.
She turns pumpkin into pie as easily as you or I
Can wave a wand or wink an eye.
She takes look leftover bread and muffin
And changes them to Turkey stuffin'.
She changes cranberries to sauce
And meats to stews and stews to broth,
And when she mixed gingerbread
It turns a man instead
With frosting collar ' round his throat
And raisin button down his coat,
Oh, some read magic out of books,
And some like fairy spells and charms
But I like made by cooks!
And I really miss her cooks!
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R.B.B
