John Clare - Turkeys lyrics

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