My Turkey - Called Stuffing
My Turkey - Called Stuffing
Where is the Christmas Story
Without the glory of old Stuffing
As she never had a clue, it was only me and maybe you
Sorry Stuffing I really mean it
But you are a Turkey and Christmas is coming
So I will make sure that you
No longer have to queue
For the sage and onion to
And we will always celebrate you
DAMO
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