Coon,
And he whistled it all the afternoon with never
a word of blame.
While all unaware of his owner’s care,
The gobbler pecked in the sunshine there,
With a tip-toe, tip-toe Nancy air, and ruffled
like dancing dame;
Till it seemed to Ozy, whistling still
To the ripity-rap of the turkey’s bill,
That the prim old gobbler was keeping time