One month to Christmas. So glad I'm not a turkey. Doing the turkey trot. That's foul.
Glad I'm not a goose on the loose. Waiting to be stuffed. Not a duck either. Don't fancy that. While sat there in my Christmas hat.
If I was Sirloin. I'm sure I'd find a beef. At the prospect of being munched. Main course for some sad suckers, Christmas lunch munch. Don't want to be a piece of meat. Perhaps I'll just eat leaves.
Maybe a mince pie . I will walk with a wiggle. Pull a Christmas *******. Maybe get a little tiddled. Lets all giggle. And say, Glad I'm not an edible bird. Upon crisp Christmas day!