Until that old buzzard’s resigned to his fate.
He’ll have turkey with stuffing and gravy, and pie,
Hot mashed potatoes and turkey piled high!
Yams that were candied with marshmallow goo,
And when that is finished, he’ll have turkey too!
It seems on Thanksgiving that Bobby can’t wait
To get a big piece of that bird on his plate.
But after Thanksgiving with the passing of days,
It seems that our Bobby has changed in his ways.
He’s had turkey daily and now has a hunch
That turkey will show up at school in his lunch.
So, if it is true that we are what we eat,
He’ll soon grow pinfeathers and forked turkey feet.
I know it’s not Helen Steiner Rice, but give me a break, I’ve been sick. Earlier this week as I sat at my computer whining about my runny…
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