Thanksgiving

The Pilgrim told the Maitre d I’ve had too much, no more for me The food was great, the fruit was ripe I’ll take a hit off of that pipe “I’d like to dance”, said the Indian girl The lad was shy and white as pearl The fire lit the forest floor The drums played late, they yelled for more The elder pilgrim told the Chief We love your land beyond belief We mean well now and wish you health But those that follow may want your wealth The Chief sat back, eyes to the night We know they’re coming but we are tight Feast with us now, enjoy the living This party will be known as the “First Thanksgiving” They partied on like family close The elders rose to give a toast We thank you Lord for this fine day We know tomorrow will be what may