Thanksgiving Day is nigh upon us
The feast is almost here
Where all who gather laugh in chorus
And eat the food so dear

From corn on the Cobb
To gooey, warm Brownings
And even some nice warm Fisch—
Er, maybe some turkey
If you'd prefer—
All piled on one big dish

Together we'll gather around the table
And lift our glasses high
As we list the things for which we are thankful
To which we have no right

From corn on the Cobb
To gooey, warm Brownings
And even some nice warm Fisch—
Er, maybe some turkey
If you'd prefer—
All piled on one big dish

Ar thur any who question the joy of this day
Because to me it sEames
There is nothing greater than Thanksgiving Day
And all the treats it brings