"What do you think of drumsticks?", I asked a barnyard bird.
He grinned a turkey grin, and then he answered me this word: "They're good to eat, they're good to beat, but sure as I am living, They're best to run away with THE WEEK BEFORE THANKSGIVING!"
Twas the night of Thanksgiving, But I just couldn't sleep. I tried counting backwards, I tried counting sheep.
The leftovers beckoned...the dark meat and white, But I fought the temptation with all of my might. Tossing and turning, with anticipation The thought of a snack became infatuation.
So I raced to the ktchen, flung open the door, And gazed at the fridge, full of goodies galore! I gobbled up turkey, and buttered potatoes Pickles and carrots, beans and tomatoes.
I felt myself swelling, so plump and so round, 'Till all of a sudden, I rose off the ground. I crashed through the ceiling, floated into the sky With a mouthful of pudding, and a handful of pie.
But I managed to yell As I soared past the trees.... HAPPY EATING TO ALL....PASS THE CRANBERRIES, PLEASE!
MAY YOUR STUFFING BE TASTY,
MAY YOUR TURKEY BE PLUMP!
MAY YOUR POTATOES AND GRAVY HAVE NARY A LUMP!
MAY YOUR YAMS BE DELICIOUS,
MAY YOUR PIES TAKE THE PRIZE,
MAY YOUR THANKSGIVING DINNER STAY OFF OF YOUR THIGHS!