Old Fashioned Thanksgiving
You do the peeling, I'll do the crust,
Today, apple pie is a must.
The turkey that roasts since seven o'clock,
With apple-nut dressing is stuffed.
The butter we churned for hot dinner rolls,
Has been salted and put into bowls.
Fresh cream has been sugared and softly whipped,
Desert will have dollops and doles.
You do the peeling, I'll cook the potatoes,
Then mash them with butter to please.
We'd be quite amiss with no vegetable dish,
So I scalloped some cabbage with cheese.
You pour the coffee, I'll serve the pie,
How swiftly the day has flown by!
One of the coldest Thanksgivings we've seen.
Now, who will take sugar and cream?
An old fashioned thanksgiving,
With just a few flakes in the sky.
We are thankful and happy, and fully content,
On an old-time cholesterol high!
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