Two clever little Pilgrims
Hid behind a jagged rock
And aimed their heavy muskets
At a fat old turkey cock.
A frisky little rabbit
That was hiding in some thorns
Crept up behind the Pilgrims
And removed their powder horns.
The muskets now were useless
So the cock could get away.
What would the little Pilgrims
Have to eat Thanksgiving Day?
A rustle in the bushes
Made the Pilgrims turn around—
An Indian boy with drawn bow
Watched them both without a sound.
He quickly drew his bowstring,
An arrow flew through the air.
The turkey toppled over,
Floating feathers everywhere.
The boy picked up the turkey
And then with a happy smile
He gave it to the Pilgrims
And vanished Indian-style!

[illustration] Illustrated by Charles Quilter