I don’t believe in eating much
Of turkey, punkin’ pie and such.
It makes you dream bad dreams at night,
An’ besides its not polite.
Now I am not going to stuff and stuff
An’ act like I can’t get enough.
For me a turkey leg will do,
A slice of breast or two.
Liver, gizzards, and a wing
An’ lots of stuffing, that’s the thing!
Mashed potatoes, will make me grow,
Squashes and cabbage are fine, you know.
I must have some cranberries, too.
An’ layer of cake, two pieces will do.
Then of punkin’ pie so yellow,
One piece, ‘cause I am a little fellow.
With nuts and apples, I shall quit,
An’ not ask for another bit.
‘tisn’t good, the doctors say,
To eat too much on Thanksgiving Day.
– unknown author
This is a poem that my grandfather, Charles Goodpaster, taught me when I was a child, passed down from his mother. We have no idea the original author.