The Pilgrims came across the sea,
 And never thought of you and me;
 And yet it's very strange the way
  We think of them Thanksgiving Day.

 We tell their story old and true
Of how they sailed across the blue,
 And found a new land to be free
And built their homes quite near the sea.

  Every child knows well the tale
 Of how they bravely turned the sail,
 And journeyed many a day and night
 To worship God as they thought right.

 The people think that they were sad
 And grave; I'm sure that they were glad ---
 They made Thanksgiving Day --- that's fun ---
  We thank the Pilgrims every one!

              Annette Wynne

 The year has turned its circle,
 The seasons come and go.
 The harvest all is gathered in
  And chilly north winds blow.

Orchards have shared their treasures,
 The fields, their yellow grain,
So open wide the doorway ---
 Thanksgiving comes again!

                                            Old Rhyme

 Turkey in the barnyard, what does he say?
 Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble all day.
 Turkey on the table, what do I say?
 Yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy all day.
 Turkey in my tummy, what do I say?
   I ate too much on Thanksgiving Day! 

 Thanksgiving Day will soon be here
 It comes around but once a year
  If I could only have my way,
 We'd have Thanksgiving every day.

   I am a big, fat turkey
   You can't have my head.
  I'll sit with you at dinner.
 We'll eat a duck instead!