Indeed, it was distant.
From woods to the west it came.
Without doubt, a turkey gobble.
What did it here proclaim?

Surely you know
When you live here in the wood.
A gobble signals Springtime .
Spring, if it only would.

No telling when first you’ll hear it.
For that is the gobbler’s choice.
He tells all of Spring, though
And all turkeys rejoice!