Thanksgiving
There was a bright turkey well named Big Joe.
Flew away from Thanksgiving don’t you know.
Basked in the Aussie sun.
He did have so much fun.
So after Thanksgiving home he did go.
They said “Joe at Thanksgiving where’d you go?”
He said “to a land of no ice and snow.
Where birds enjoy living.
They don’t have Thanksgiving."
And that’s the story of clever Big Joe.
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