The Revolution

Douglas T. Winkle, Wasn't wrapped too tight; He escaped from Dizzy Acres, One cold November night He raced to Harper's Farm, Opened its massive gates; Turkeys scattered to and fro, Flooding the interstate! He stripped down to his boxers, Wielding a stick in hand; Danced around in circles, Like the leader of a band "Go, my feathered friends!!" Douglas screamed with glee; "No more turkey casseroles!!" "Upon this day, you're free!!" Traffic stacked for miles, Invading the peaceful town; Every, tom, chick, and hen; Was running 'round and 'round! The dust began to settle, Law enforcement gained control; And when they captured Douglas, They took pity on his soul Cozy in a padded cell, His torture met its end; They gave him an ugly turkey, For comfort as a friend Take a trip to Dizzy Acres, Peek in room thirty-three; It's the REAL dumb and dumber, Oh, what a sight to see!