Mable Pouts
one minute she was gobbling for her feed
the next second, she was plucked up by a broom steed
a wicked witch put a spell on that satisfied turkey
now she is a witch, like other in Albuquerque
Don’t be a pouter, she was told by the others
They are saving your life, you’ll outlive your brothers
In November the others will be eaten up on a table.
She continued to pout, that silly turkey named Mable.
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