I'M Talkin Turkey
Hello to you.
My fat feathered friend.
The most popular guy.
Till Thanksgiving end.
The talk you talk.
You gobble around.
Strange that it seems.
We gobble you down.
Not overly pretty.
But you sure do taste good.
All of our families.
Join in this day.
And sit and get stuffed.
Like you did today.
And so when we say Turkey.
We`re not talking about Grandpa today.
The day is Thursday.
And this is your fate.
So, give me some Turkey.
On my Thanksgiving plate.
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