The turkeys wade the close to catch the bees
In the old border full of maple trees
And often lay away and breed and come
And bring a brood of chelping chickens home
The turkey gobbles loud and drops his rag
And struts and sprunts his tail and then lets drag
His wing on ground and makes a huzzing noise
Nauntles at pa**er-bye and drives the boys
And bounces up and flies at pa**er-bye
The old dog snaps and grins nor ventures nigh
He gobbles loud and drives the boys from play
They throw their sticks and kick and run away