The
Willful Little Turkey
Once a
little turkey,
So fond of her own way,
She wouldn't ask the older ones
Whether to go or stay.
She said, I'm
not a baby--
Here I am half grown.
Surely I am old enough
To run about alone.
So off she
went, but someone
Lurking saw her pass;
And soon her feathers, like snowdrops,
Covered all the grass.
That night she
made a supper
For a sly young mink,
Because she was so headstrong
That she wouldn't think.
Author Unknown
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