  When Autumn brings around the day Devoted to thanksgiving, The children scream with laughter gay For very joy of living. And every sort of escapade Receives their commendation; But all agree a masquerade Is best for celebration. The boys and girls all swarm around The crowd is hourly growing; Straw hatted and grotesquely gowned,— With tin horns loudly blowing. But dear old dames with snowy puffs, Tulle caps and Mechlin laces, Don't scramble out and join the toughs In boys' clothes and false faces. |
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