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A Turkey that dashed from the kitchen But there was a good reason A holiday bird that no one should eat Turkey’s unite as we need to retreat Why be plucked like we are a duck Turkeys run wild as we are running amuck The idea of the hatchet aiming for the Turkey neck Why should a Turkey just let As Gloria Gaynor song that comes to mind with a different version, “A Turkey shall survive” We are determined to be alive Gobble your fork for some other meat Yet its Thanksgiving and please have a seat As we gather together it won’t be Turkey meat Since the pig wants to be a ham The am will be eating a yam This is the time to give thanks Reflect on the past, present and future Thanks to the Pilgrims in making their way This is a remembrance on this day As the Pilgrims and the Indians united together The world shares thanks like no other But this Thanksgiving will be a feast of another That Turkey is still on the run I guess the Thanksgiving dinner will not be fun As far as my story goes, I am done.
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 7:19 PM UTC
TURKEY ON THE RUN
A Turkey that dashed from the kitchen But there was a good reason A holiday bird that no one should eat Turkey’s unite as we need to retreat Why be plucked like we are a duck Turkeys run wild as we are running amuck The idea of the hatchet aiming for the Turkey neck Why should a Turkey just let As Gloria Gaynor song that comes to mind with a different version, “A Turkey shall survive” We are determined to be alive Gobble your fork for some other meat Yet its Thanksgiving and please have a seat As we gather together it won’t be Turkey meat Since the pig wants to be a ham The am will be eating a yam This is the time to give thanks Reflect on the past, present and future Thanks to the Pilgrims in making their way This is a remembrance on this day As the Pilgrims and the Indians united together The world shares thanks like no other But this Thanksgiving will be a feast of another That Turkey is still on the run I guess the Thanksgiving dinner will not be fun As far as my story goes, I am done.
preservationman
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 7:19 PM UTC
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