Some Turkey? Why Yes--The Least Mite Will Suffice; A Side Bone And Dressing And Bit Of The Breast; The Tip Of The Rump--That's It--And One O' The Fli'S-- In Spite Of The Doctor: My Appetite'S None Of The Best, And So I Must Pamper The Delicate Thing, And Tickle A Fancy That's Very Capricious With Bits Of A Turkey, The Breast Or The Wing, With Beef Very Tender, And Gravy Delicious. Some Beef Now? I Thank You, Not Any At Present; I'll Nibble A Little At What I Have Got, And Wish For A Duck, Or A Grouse, Or A Pheasant, Though None Of Them Come For A Wish, In The Pot.
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