Copyright. 1898, by Carl Fischer. By Richard Stahl
Mos' de months I disremember, but I always knows November;
Yes, I always knows November took the chair,
An' I'm shu' as dat I'm livin' dat it's gettin' neah Thanksgivin',
Dar's a kleptomanyer feelin' in de air.
Eb'ry night I dreams o' turkey till ma fingers get quite Jerky,
Ebry night ma legs dey walk me hea' and dare.
Turkey gobblers seem ter beckon, an' I ain't maself, I reckon,
Koh' dare's a kleptomanyen feelin' in de air.
Hm! Hm! dat kleptomanyer feelin',
Hm! Hm! comes always o'er me stealin';
Shu' when we stand on Jordan's strand,
And when we land in Eden's land,
St. Peter'll have to keep his turkeys in his hand,
Foh' dar's a kleptomanyer feelin' in de air.
Says de preacher, don' go covet, 'makes no diff'rence how you love it,
Bible say regarding turkeys, don' you dare.
But how kin a chile remember when it comes along November.
An' dat kleptomanyer feelin's in de air.
Hit's a drefful, drefful feelin' foh to have come o' yo' stealin'.
Hit's a sort o' stealin' feelin' an' a pair
Of de fatter turkey's growin' am de only thing worth knowin'
When dar's a kleptomanyen feelin' in de air.- Cho.