Turkey Stuffin'

Subject: Turkey Stuffin' Fri Oct 31, 2008 11:49 pm

Turkey Stuffin'

By Anna Kelly 1962

Way back in my childhood days,
Those days so bright and gay,
When mother cooked the festive bird
On each Thanksgiving Day.

When woodfire in the old cook stove
Was sputtering and hot,
And luscious steaming odors came
From every cooking pot.

When children laid our toys away
And to the kitchen hied,
And gathered round the oven door
Each time she looked inside.

Sometimes she'd scrape loose stuffin' up
With the spoon she used to baste,
Then blow on it to cool it off
And give each one a taste.

Now when Thanksgiving dinner's served
With all its frills and fuss,
I dream of turkey stuffin tastes
My mother gave to us.