Classic Poem

(adapted to the tune of " Shades of Evening")

Horrid Turkeys! what a pother!
Leave my Mother's gulls alone!
We, alas! can get no other,
If those precious two are gone! —
Still you persevere! — You Monsters! —
Over you have come — pell-mell! —
Oh! my gulls! — if you come near them
I will utter such a yell!!!

" Bless my heart — nine monstrous turkeys! —
Gracious! — all the garden's full! —
And one great one with a jerk has
Pounced upon my favourite gull!"
— Through the noise of turkeys calling,
Now was heard, distinct and well,
From the Southern window squalling
Many a long and awful yell.

Down rushed Fanny and Eliza; —
— Screams and squeaks and yowlings shrill, —
— Gulls and turkeys with their cries around them echoed o'er the hill: —
What would they not give to fetch them
Such a blow! — sad to tell —
As poor Fanny ran to catch them,
Evil turkeys — down she fell! —