Classic Poem

I wish you all that pen and ink
—Could write, and then some more!
I hope you cannot even think
—Of half you're thankful for.

I hope your table holds a wealth
—Of prime Thanksgiving fare,
And Love and Peace and Joy and Health
—Will all be seated there.

I trust your guests will all be bright,
—But none of them too wise,
And each will bring an appetite
—For mince or pumpkin pies.

I hope the fowls will all be fat,
—The cider sweet to quaff,
And when you snap a Wishbone, that
—You'll win the larger half!