JACK HORNER’S THANKSGIVING.

Little Jack Horner sat in a corner Eating a Christmas Pie; He put in his thumb and pulled out a plum And said, “What a brave boy am I!”

Little Jack Horner Was not in a corner, And he had not any pie, Nor the trace of a plum On his little thumb; “Oh! a hungry boy am I,” Cried little Jack Horner. Thanksgiving Day It was, and the way The wide old house was humming With the merry noise Of girls and boys At the thought of the dinner coming!— Chief noise, Jack Horner! Why, even the lid Of the tea-kettle did A jig while the water bubbled, And the saucer and cup Clinked, “Hurry up!” And the oven’s fragrance doubled For little Jack Horner. He was here and there, He was everywhere, He was in and out and under; Again and again And again, “Oh! when Will dinner be ready, I wonder?” Cried little Jack Horner. Then, ready!—and there In his high chair Was perched brave Jack, the starving— Perched very close To the turkey’s nose That dear grandpa was carving For little Jack Horner. A wishbone, a heart, A cranberry tart, Pie, pudding and nuts, had Jack Horner— And plenty of plums For both his thumbs! Ah! table is better than corner, Little Jack Horner!