Turkey Dash

Run turkey, run! The farmer's on his way; He's got a big ol' axe in hand, No time to weep or pray! You can hide behind the barn, Or crouch beneath the shed; The oven's nice and toasty, He's comin' for your head! Don't go near the outhouse, You won't like the air; The stench is never friendly, I'd stay away from there! That bale of hay is useless, It's weak as moldy cheese; You'll surely blow your cover, With just one mighty sneeze! Forget about the silo, It's packin' tons of grain; If you can drive a tractor, Freedom's yours to gain! Keep on runnin', turkey! Straight to the horses' stable; The farmer hopes to see you, Basted on his table! Just when all seems hopeless, Don't surrender like a punk; Run out to the forest, And cuddle with a skunk! Go back to the farmer, Surrender with a sneer; One good whiff and it's over, No turkey for this year! Survival of the smartest, Mere wisdom's proudly bred; The farmer wanted turkey, It's chicken wings instead!