Effa E. Preston

“ Don’t be like Jack o’er the Gobble-uns and pies
And turkeys, too, will soon appear before your eyes. [8]
Chorus:
Be careful—be careful—
Listen well to what we say
And guard your appetite this glad Thanksgiving Day.
2.
We are but dreams, alas, ’tis all too true,
When you awake we must vanish far from view.
But aches and pains we will bring you while we may
If you are greedy and devour our friends today. ”

“ Enter Pumpkins.
All:
We’re the pumpkins your family made into pies
And we really must say that a boy of your size
Ought to be so ashamed of himself—for you ate
Till there wasn’t a piece of pie left on the plate.
We hope you have a stomach ache—an awful stomach ache.
Enter Turkeys.
All:
Gobble, gobble, gobble,
Turkeys sad are we.
This glad Thanksgiving season
Does not with us agree.
First:
Boys talk about Thanksgiving and make an awful fuss—
The feast that is so fine for them is always death for us.
Second:
This boy looks nice and tender, friends—he’s plump as plump can be. ”

“ You chicken-hearted turkeys, you’ll be sorry by and by.
Enter Goblins.
All:
We are the Thanksgiving Goblins.
We’ll get you unless you take care.
We’re after such greedy young people
So youngster you’d better beware.
We’ll give you such pains in your tummy
You’ll wriggle from sunset till morn,
We’ll pinch you and poke you and pound you—
You’ll wish you had never been born.
Jack:
Please don’t hurt me. ”