Runaway Donkey and Other Rhymes for Children

<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</SPAN></span></p> <h2>WHO GIVES US OUR THANKSGIVING DINNER?</h2> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/057a.jpg" alt="Who gives us our Thanksgiving dinner?" style="width: 50%" /></div> <div class="figleft"> <ANTIMG src="images/057c.jpg" alt="Mother" style="width: 50%" /></div> <div class="figright"> <ANTIMG src="images/057b.jpg" alt="Cook" style="width: 50%" /></div> <div class="poem1"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">On Thanksgiving Day little Dorothy said,<br/></span> <span class="i0">With many a nod of her wise, curly head,<br/></span> <span class="i0">"The cook is as busy as busy can be,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And very good, too, for 'tis easy to see<br/></span> <span class="i2">She gives us our Thanksgiving Dinner."<br/></span></div> </div> <div class="figleft"> <ANTIMG src="images/057d.jpg" alt="Father" style="width: 50%" /></div> <div class="figright"> <ANTIMG src="images/057e.jpg" alt="Butcher" style="width: 50%" /></div> <div class="poem1"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"Oh, no! little Dorothy," answered the cook,<br/></span> <span class="i0">"Just think of the trouble your dear mother took<br/></span> <span class="i0">In planning the dinner and getting for me<br/></span> <span class="i0">The things that I cook; so, 'tis Mother, you see,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Who gives us our Thanksgiving Dinner."<br/></span></div> </div> <div class="figleft"> <ANTIMG src="images/058a.jpg" alt="Grocer" style="width: 50%" /></div> <div class="figright"> <ANTIMG src="images/058b.jpg" alt="Miller" style="width: 50%" /></div> <div class="poem1"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"Of course it is Mother; I ought to have known,"<br/></span> <span class="i0">Said Dorothy then, in a satisfied tone.<br/></span> <span class="i0">But Mother said, smiling, "You are not right yet;<br/></span> <span class="i0">'Tis Father who gives me the money to get<br/></span> <span class="i2">The things for our Thanksgiving Dinner."<br/></span> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</SPAN></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">But Father said: "I earn the money, 'tis true;<br/></span> <span class="i0">But money alone not a great deal can do.<br/></span> <span class="i0">The butcher, the grocer, whose things we must buy,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Should not be forgotten, for they more than I<br/></span> <span class="i2">Will give us our Thanksgiving Dinner."<br/></span></div> </div> <div class="figleft"> <ANTIMG src="images/058c.jpg" alt="Butcher" style="width: 50%" /></div> <div class="figright"> <ANTIMG src="images/058d.jpg" alt="Farmer" style="width: 50%" /></div> <div class="poem1"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"Oh! isn't it funny?" said Dorothy, then;<br/></span> <span class="i0">"And now, I suppose, if I asked these two men,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The grocer, the butcher, about it, they'd say<br/></span> <span class="i0">It surely is somebody else and not they<br/></span> <span class="i2">Who gives us our Thanksgiving Dinner."<br/></span></div> </div> <div class="poem1"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">And soon little Dorothy heard with delight<br/></span> <span class="i0">That her guess about grocer and butcher was right.<br/></span> <span class="i0">The grocer said he only kept in his store<br/></span> <span class="i0">What miller and farmer had brought in before<br/></span> <span class="i2">To help for the Thanksgiving Dinner.<br/></span></div> </div> <div class="poem1"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">The jolly old butcher laughed long and laughed loud,<br/></span> <span class="i0">"My Thanksgiving turkeys do make me feel proud,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And one's for your dinner; but then you must know<br/></span> <span class="i0">The turkeys are raised by the farmer, and so<br/></span> <span class="i2">He gives you your Thanksgiving Dinner."<br/></span> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</SPAN></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"Oh, yes! 'tis the farmer; at last I've found out,"<br/></span> <span class="i0">Said Dorothy, then, with a glad little shout.<br/></span> <span class="i0">"The miller must go to the farmer for wheat,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The butcher from him gets the turkeys we eat;<br/></span> <span class="i2">Yes!&mdash;<i>he</i> gives our Thanksgiving Dinner."<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">"But yet all the others had something to do;<br/></span> <span class="i0">The miller and butcher and grocer helped, too.<br/></span> <span class="i0">And then there was Father and Mother and cook.<br/></span> <span class="i0">I never before knew how many it took<br/></span> <span class="i2">To give us our Thanksgiving Dinner."<br/></span></div> </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/059.jpg" alt="Who gives us our Thanksgiving dinner?" style="width: 50%" /></div> <div class="poem1"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">So said little Dorothy, full of surprise,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And feeling that now she had grown very wise.<br/></span> <span class="i0">But what do you think? Had she found it all out?<br/></span> <span class="i0">Or was there still more she might learn about<br/></span> <span class="i2">Who gives us our Thanksgiving Dinner?<br/></span></div> </div> <hr class="chap" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />