You dear cooing pigeons,
How gladly you fly
O'er hilltop and meadow
And forest trees high,
Far, far away roaming;
—And that too, would I!
But ever, dear pigeons,
When night shades the sky
And home you are coming,
As gladly you fly
To meet with your loved ones;
—And that, too, would I!
Then, cooing together
So fondly, you try
To tell in what pleasures
The day has passed by,
Your every joy sharing;
—And that, too, would I!
WHO GIVES US OUR THANKSGIVING DINNER?
On Thanksgiving Day little Dorothy said,
With many a nod of her wise, curly head,
"The cook is as busy as busy can be,
And very good, too, for 'tis easy to see
She gives us our Thanksgiving Dinner."