Classic Poem

Praise -God-Every-Morning-And-Night-And-Twice-On-Alternate-Thursdays Bradford
Strolled by the peaceful Umplonkquosset's shore
With his son, young Honor-Thy-Father-And-Thy-Mother-That-Thy-Days-May-Be-Prolonged-On-Earth, and his daughter,
Sweet We-Shall-Chant-And-Sing-Thy-Praises-And-Thy-Glory-Forevermore.

Then through the thicket creeps a savage chieftain,
Chief Hates-Like-Blazes-To-Be-Caught-In-The-Rain-And-Prefers-To-Remain-Inside-Where-It's-Dry,
And drawing his bow with expert arm and skillful,
He aims at Praise-God-Every-Morning-And-Night-And-Twice-On-Alternate-Thursdays Bradford's eye.

But, ere he sends the fatal arrow winging,
We-Shall-Chant-And-Sing-Thy-Praises-And-Thy-Glory-For-evermore sees him through the trees.
She gives a cry and quickly trips her father,
Who drops without delay upon his knees.

He lifts his gun and aims it at the redskin,
And plugs the noble savage full of lead;
And young Honor-Thy-Father-And-Thy-Mother-That-Thy-Days-May-Be-Prolonged-On-Earth, running forward,
Cries “Father! you have shot Chief Hates-Like-Blazes-To-Be-Caught-In-The-Rain-But-Prefers-To-Stay-Inside-Where-It's-Dry dead!”

Oh, what joy, that first Thanksgiving dinner!
What happiness pervades that festal board
As Praise-God-Every-Morning-And-Night-And-Twice-On-Alternate-Thursdays tells the story
To his loving wife, Let-Not-Thy-Heart-Envy-Sinners-But-Be-Thou-In-Fear-Of-The-Lord.

What joy, as young Honor-Thy-Father-And-Thy-Mother-That-Thy-Days-May-Be-Prolonged-On-Earth repeats it
To his envious brother, A-Good-Name-Is-Rather-To-Be-Chosen-Than-Great-Riches who sits near by,
While, little We-Shall-Chant-And-Sing-Thy-Praises-And-Thy-Glory-Forevermore gets the drumstick of the turkey
For her share in killing Big Chief Hates-Like-Blazes-To-Be-Caught-In-The-Rain-But-Prefers-To-Remain-Inside-Where-It's-Dry.