A City Thanksgiving

Oh ! rosset ia the forest. No leaes left on a tree, Nu shelter there íor íellows Who trunip like you ad me. Ob colJ are country breezes, And warmer is the town; _ 6 trav'ling on our uppers, My chum and me comes down. Kor we're mr of rme good layouf Of turkey, mt auil pies; A real ThaulnUflviliK diuiM-r, h:uout;ti to fit our gize. And tbCHigh we get no bacof And likewise nary beer, We're mlghty tliankful, for it Must lat u one wiiolx yer.