Air a-gittin' cool an' coolah, 
 Frost a-comin' in de night,
 Hicka' nuts an' wa'nuts fallin',
 Possum keepin' out o' sight.
 Tu'key struttin' in de ba'nya'd,
 Nary a step so proud ez his;
 Keep on struttin', Mistah Tu'key,
 Yo' do' know whut time it is.
 Cidah press commence a-squeakin'
 Eatin' apples sto'ed away,
 Chillun swa'min' 'roun' lak ho'nets,
 Huntin' aigs ermung de hay.
 Mistah Tu'key keep on gobblin'
 At de geese a-flyin' souf,
 Oomph! dat bird do' know whut's comin';
 Ef he did he'd shet his mouf.
 Pumpkin gittin' good an' yallah
 Mek me open up my eyes;
 Seems lak it's a-lookin' at me
 Jes' a-la'in' dah sayin' "Pies."
 Tu'key gobbler gwine 'roun' blowin',
 Gwine 'roun' gibbin' sass an' slack;
 Keep on talkin', Mistah Tu'key,
 You ain't seed no almanac.
 Fa'mer walkin' th'oo de ba'nya'd
 Seein' how things is comin' on,
 Sees ef all de fowls is fatt'nin' --
 Good times comin' sho's you bo'n.
 Hyeahs dat tu'key gobbler braggin',
 Den his face break in a smile --
 Nebbah min', you sassy rascal,
 He's gwine nab you atter while.
 Choppin' suet in de kitchen,
 Stonin' raisins in de hall,
 Beef a-cookin' fu' de mince meat,
 Spices groun' -- I smell 'em all.
 Look hyeah, Tu'key, stop dat gobblin',
 You ain' luned de sense ob feah,
 You ol' fool, yo' naik's in dangah,
 Do' you know Thanksgibbin's hyeah?