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Nov 2016
This meeting is now in session
My fellow Butterball’s this is a confession
We must avoid being eaten on Thanksgiving Day
We are placed on a farm waiting for the ax
This is a known fact
One Butterball Turkey stated that the owner tried to use the ax on him and he knocked the owner down and ran
He let the owner know you are not my fan
We Butterball’s must stick together
We are a winning team like no other
Butterball’s Unite
The fight is on
United we are strong
We will march together up Main Street
We will show the public we will not be ate and beat
The public will have to find another meat as a treat
This will be our retreat
The Turkey Rebellion established
Our voice is the Turkey Revolution
This will not be our finish in conclusion
It is certainly no illusion
The Turkey thought with the mission in humans won’t eat
The battle cry being our song
As Turkey’s, we will strive in survive.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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