“Just think, the little Pilgrim boys
That came ashore, you know,
From off the good Mayflower ship
That wild day long ago,
“They had no roasted turkey-breast
For dinner; not a scrap
Of gravy, stuffing, and the rest
Saw any hungry chap.
“No apple sauce, no pumpkin pies,
No nuts and raisins plump,
No oranges and gingersnaps,
No taffy in a lump.
“I’m glad that things are different now—
‘T would give me quite a shock
To see our dinner-table look
As bare as Plymouth Rock.
“And yet, those little Mayflower lads
Were thankful to be living—
A splendid reason, after all,
For anyone’s thanksgiving!”