Signs Of The Times

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 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?