Give Thanks - Poultry Fer Thanksgivin'

"Howard woncha say a few wurds? Cum on Howard like over tha bird." Says Aunt Jen visitin' fer the holeeday. Weuns are seated tha eight of us at this here sumpchus dinner table, Lookin' at the damndest big brown poultry ya iver seen. Howard ma Dad is jist liftin' a forkful a meat drippin' gravy an dressin'. Tha rest of us heseetate not knowin' what's a cumin.' Our familee niver did give no thanks fer nuthin'. Now dad lays down the heepin fork careful like chokes then beegins - "Weeeellll Lord I chased ol' Mahitabel all roun' tha yard. She knew what was a cumin' an' diseepeered inta the rushes by tha pond. Couldn't see her nohow but put a barrel-full inta the weeds anyways Heered this here squawk! Looked all through tha stalks fer old Mahitabel, Niver found her But! Lord we do now thank ye most bounteefullee fer this here swan. A men"