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Turkey and stuffing
Corn and muffins
pies and cakes
how good the taste
Oh what joy it brings
smiles and hugs
laugter and love
Oh look what Thanksgiving Holiday can bring!
Thanksgiving day,a day to count your many blessings
A day to give thanks,and a day for rememberance
Rememberance of those who gave there all,Rememberance of those who are
No longer with us..give thanks,thanks for the money to by the food on your table
And pray for those who can’t afford the same food,give thanks,thanks for the
And loved ones that’ll surround you on thanksgiving,and pray for the loved ones
that cannot attend
Give thanks,thanks for the freedom to celebrate thanksgiving in whichever way
And pray,pray for the soliders that are in the middle east,making the ultimate
Give you this freedom,and most importantly,give thanks,thanks for the red,thanks
for the white
And thanks for the blue.when asked how many things am I thankful for,I’ll say 63
50 stars,and 13 stripes
While a roaming in the gloaming
many years ago,
with steps so jerky I met a turkey
swaying to and fro.
Now being lonely and awfully homely
I hoped that by a chance
my new found friend might help me end
my lowly social stance.
I looked at him so sleek and slim
and he smiled kind of smirky.
So I said as my heart bled,
“C’mon, let’s talk, turkey.”
He spoke not never and I so clever
just couldn’t figure him out.
Maybe he’s mad or maybe just sad
and I started to moan and pout.
His eyes now gleamed and it made me steam
to see such an elegant bird
sitting so high with a sneer in his eye
and uttering not a word.
Now Thanksgiving was coming and I was slumming
and going to have hot dogs again.
I thought t’would be nice to have turkey and spice
with a little dressing mixed in.
So to home I did run and fetched out the gun
and was quickly back on the scene.
"Now let's talk, turkey," I said kind of smirky.
Quoth the turkey, "How ghastly mean!"
Well that broke the ice for the turkey was nice
and we talked for an hour or so.
And when he said bye I thought I would cry
for I didn't want him to go.
Then my good old temptation sent up this sensation
of never again seeing my friend.
The gun it seemed bigger but I still pulled the trigger
and brought my poor friend to an end.
Then I thought, as likely as naught,
my friend feels bad about dieing
for as he had fell he had made my heart swell
because he was steadily crying.
Now he is dead and my heart is like lead
and my brain feels kind of malicious
but I won't forsake it because my mom baked it
and the white meat was just delicious.
For the bounty of the earth
Come Ye thankful people come
For it is Autumn
And the leaves are coming down
Run run sweet John Barley Corn
Let's play ring around the pumpkin
As the harvest moon shines
On the jingle jangle scarecrow
For I'am just a little acorn
Bounded for another harvest home
As the wind shakes the barley
Like a slow Thanksgiving waltz
For our farmers sets the table
To a wondrous haymakers hoedown
For we bid ado to a Shokan's fairwell
And now thank we to all our God
Happy Harvest Time To All
Love Kathy And Jenny
May God Be With You
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