Turkey Dash
Run turkey, run!
The farmer's on his way;
He's got a big ol' axe in hand,
No time to weep or pray!
You can hide behind the barn,
Or crouch beneath the shed;
The oven's nice and toasty,
He's comin' for your head!
Don't go near the outhouse,
You won't like the air;
The stench is never friendly,
I'd stay away from there!
That bale of hay is useless,
It's weak as moldy cheese;
You'll surely blow your cover,
With just one mighty sneeze!
Forget about the silo,
It's packin' tons of grain;
If you can drive a tractor,
Freedom's yours to gain!
Keep on runnin', turkey!
Straight to the horses' stable;
The farmer hopes to see you,
Basted on his table!
Just when all seems hopeless,
Don't surrender like a punk;
Run out to the forest,
And cuddle with a skunk!
Go back to the farmer,
Surrender with a sneer;
One good whiff and it's over,
No turkey for this year!
Survival of the smartest,
Mere wisdom's proudly bred;
The farmer wanted turkey,
It's chicken wings instead!
Copyright © Milton Toran | Year Posted 2013
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