Toothie's Wild Turkey

It always seemed year after year When Thanksgivin’ time came near— That Toothie, our ol’ grouch coosie Fixed chow that was a doozie. And every year he just swore Would be better that before— ‘Course it always was just jerky And not tasty wild turkey! This year Toothie was diffident— Swore it would be different— Got mouths waterin’ fer drumsticks And no more of his dumb tricks. And sure ‘nuff on that turkey day, It was roastin’ right away— Though it sure looked long and skinny— We wouldn’t whine or whinny. Though it did seem to have long ears, None of us had any fears— And we belched as was our habit Though we knew it was jack rabbit! That feast turned out to be our best On a campfire I would guess— Ol’ Toothie sure enough came through With his roasted ‘turkey’ stew. So it would be a year again Till that coosie was our friend— When he promised again the bird And we took him on his word!