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The First Thanksgiving

This is the story of the first Thanksgiving
The way things really took place
You remember, there were a bunch of turkeys
And Pilgrims from the human race

Now the story you've heard all your life
Is not exactly how things went down
See, the turkeys were on the Mayflower
And they wanted this land they found

Now the Indians and Pilgrims owned this land
And they put up a terrible fight
They fought with all that was in them
And it was such a horrible sight

Now the Indian chief wanted to powwow
But the turkey chief said no
Cause the Indians had "ruffled his feathers"
That's just a figure of speech, you know

Anyway, see, the Pilgrims and Indians 
Had put together a mighty force
They would invite those turkeys to dinner
You guessed it, they'd be the main course

Well, the turkeys accepted their invitation
And the peace was finally progressing
Until they got closer to the camp site
And started smelling the dressing

Now, the turkeys were mighty suspicious
Of this truce that they had struck
See, for the Pilgrims had told them
That the main course was duck

Now, the Indians started feeling guilty
About the way they did those birds
So they killed off all the Pilgrims
And gave them half of their buffalo herds

The Indians and turkeys were friends at last
And they decided to share the terrain
Til, out of nowhere, came a man named Butterball
Who owned a supermarket chain

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