Signs of the Times

Air a-gittin' cool an' coolah,  
   Frost a-comin' in de night,
  Hicka' nuts an' wa'nuts fallin',
   Possum keepin' out o' sight.
  Tu'key struttin' in de ba'nya'd,
   Nary a step so proud ez his;
  Keep on struttin', Mistah Tu'key,
   Yo' do' know whut time it is.
  Cidah press commence a-squeakin'
  Eatin' apples sto'ed away,
 Chillun swa'min' 'roun' lak ho'nets,
  Huntin' aigs ermung de hay.
 Mistah Tu'key keep on gobblin'
  At de geese a-flyin' souf,
 Oomph! dat bird do' know whut's comin';
  Ef he did he'd shet his mouf.
 Pumpkin gittin' good an' yallah
  Mek me open up my eyes;
 Seems lak it's a-lookin' at me
  Jes' a-la'in' dah sayin' "Pies."
 Tu'key gobbler gwine 'roun' blowin',
  Gwine 'roun' gibbin' sass an' slack;
 Keep on talkin', Mistah Tu'key,
  You ain't seed no almanac.
 Fa'mer walkin' th'oo de ba'nya'd
  Seein' how things is comin' on,
 Sees ef all de fowls is fatt'nin' --
  Good times comin' sho's you bo'n.
 Hyeahs dat tu'key gobbler braggin',
  Den his face break in a smile --
 Nebbah min', you sassy rascal,
  He's gwine nab you atter while.
 Choppin' suet in de kitchen,
  Stonin' raisins in de hall,
 Beef a-cookin' fu' de mince meat,
  Spices groun' -- I smell 'em all.
 Look hyeah, Tu'key, stop dat gobblin',
  You ain' luned de sense ob feah,
 You ol' fool, yo' naik's in dangah,
  Do' you know Thanksgibbin's hyeah?