Thanksgiving Turkey

They organized a church bazaar, To raise money for the poor. A booth for selling chances Was set up, outside the door. When I bought the raffle ticket, My reasoning was murky, And I could only just believe it, When I won that doggone turkey. Now, the kids were all excited When we brought the critter home. So we placed him in the barnyard, Where he'd have lots of room to roam. Since the date was late October, I'm quite sure you understand, That to have him for Thanksgiving Was my awe inspiring plan. Well, the turkey was no birdbrain, As I was very soon to find. That bird knew what I was thinking; Why, I declare, he read my mind. I let the children care for him, To my most profound regret-- He turned on his charming manner, And, quickly, he became their pet. But that fact did not deter me, I told myself it didn't matter. I was dead set and determined To see that gobbler on a platter. When the kids perceived my purpose, They turned on the tears and pleas. Then, the wife joined in their chorus, And that brought me to my knees. So I told my grieving family They could dry up, and relax. I concealed my disappointment-- Went and put away the axe. Came the dinner of Thanksgiving, Not a sad face could be found. And our live Thanksgiving turkey Was the gladdest bird around. We gathered around the table, And I humbly asked the blessing-- While Tom gobbled down his corn, outside, We had hotdogs and dressing.