The Thanksgiving Day Guest

Meet my pilgrim friend Caleb J. Lest and he has a poem.

I'm Kentucky Colonel Caleb J. Lest
Soon to become someones unwanted Thanksgiving Day guest.

Many years ago I arrived on Plymouth's rocky shore
Looking for company I went door to door

After dining with Indians I laid down for a rest
Before starting my journey out yonder West

Through Bridgeport, Allentown & Charleston I ventured
Never wanting to stray, no desire to become indentured

As my journey lengthened my hearty horse grew tired
I settled in the land of the blue grass as I no longer was ired

I got a promotion, a Kentucky Colonel indeed
I let go my reins and retired my worn steed

I now wear my buckled hat only one day per year
To protect the community table, you shall have no fear

At the home where I land I must be displayed
On the Thanksgiving Day table this must be obeyed