And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin 'turkey-cock,
And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens,
And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it's then's the times a feller is a-feelin' at his best,
With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost in on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
There are three more stanzas. It's by James Whitcomb Riley
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