A melancholy lay

Three Turkeys fair their last have breathed

And now this worled for ever leaved

Their father and their mother too

Will sigh and weep as well as you

Mourning for their offspring fair

Whom they did nurse with tender care

Indeed the rats their bones have cranch'd

To Eternity are they launched

Their graceful form and pretty eyes

Their fellow fowls did not despise

A direful death indeed they had

That would put any parent mad

But she was more than usual calm

She did not give a single dam

Here ends this melancholy lay

Farewell poor turkeys I must say