Thanksgiving, Bah
Thanksgiving
Is what they call this day,
But do they care what turkeys say?
No
To them this day is a treat
All they care about is the meat
And mashed potatoes
And cranberry sauce
And you leave us to mourn with the loss
Thank god we won't be around for much longer
Because when we fall
You get stronger
There is one thing to be thankful for
Soon we will be with those whom we adore
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