“Oh take me back to the good old days”
Is a plea you often hear.
I too am thinking of that right now–
Thanksgivinh time is near.
I’d like to sit at a Pilgrim board
(If it’s like the say it was)
And watch the turkey disappear–
Hear the conversation buzz.
For he had lots to be thankful for,
Our Pilgrim Father thought.
And when he shucked his corn that fall
His winter’s food was bought.
I think I’ll reconsider, though,
When I remember that
He drank his milk unpasteurized–
With an arrow through his hat!
by Ray Romine Sunday, January 1, 1933
