Gobble
Gobble
Gobble gobble,
that's what they say,
nearly every day...
I go out to greet them.
I go out to meet them.
I go out to feed them,
I need them,
as they make me laugh.
They are clumsy they are klutzy,
they are ballerinas in training too.
I mean to tell you...
all
about
them.
They have long necks,
and big feet,
not to mention
they will eat...
everything you don't want them to,
and nothing that you do.
The silly birds...
ride around on the goats.
They are like parade floats.
They walk in the water trays,
and swim in the trough.
I tell you turkeys over chickens
are a little off.
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