A Thanksgiving On Wheels

When my chef son came home from the navy He wanted to make Thanksgiving gravy And would like to process A live Turkey they’d bless And then sought out his farmer friend Davy Well he then went on his way to the farm Since we thought that he could not do much harm And he gave us his word That he’d pick a nice bird And then come home with it under his arm While he was out we joked of Navy lore Of how they must make so much food galore Then we heard a large truck And were then horror struck Seeing a wheelbarrow come through our door Loaded with turkeys right up to the top Pushed by my son who said ‘Here they are pop’ Then the next wheelbarrow Shot in like an arrow Filled with gravy made with all of the slop