It's Turkey Time
Bow your head and pray
Today's Thanksgiving day.
Poor turkey felt the axe
Bet he's sorry he ever hatched.
Mashed potatoes, gravy, yams
Consume mass quantities (But never ham)
Eat real fast and clean your plate
Soon you'll have a tummy ache.
Belch and moan and pop your zipper
'Hey hon, where's the Alka Seltzer?'
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