Poor Tom turkey is running,
he's doing the turkey trot,
he's running to save his life,
from the roasting pot.
He is saying gobble gobble,
I just don't understand,
every time I try to roast him,
he jumps out of the pan.
I have ruffled his feathers,
now he looks really mad,
he's starting to flap his wings,
on no, now he looks so sad.
I bet he will taste juicy
a full breasted butterball,
has two real nice turkey legs,
there is no fat on them at all.
So get the turkey baster,
and tie his legs real tight,
he knows it is Thanksgiving,
this turkey is going to fight.
He's still saying gobble gobble,
I still don't know what he said,
I guess the only thing left to do,
is to chop off his ugly head.
Well poor Tom is in the oven,
and the house is smelling fine,
let's drink to old Tom turkey,
toast him with a glass of wine.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING DAY
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