I was down at cousin Jeffery’s for Thanksgiving <br />Now I have heard some fables <br />But when I walked in I rubbed both my eyes <br />There was a live turkey sitting at the end of the table <br /> <br />Jeffery said We couldn’t catch him <br />That old turkey just sat and grinned <br />We tried for a whole week <br />Finally we just invited him in <br /> <br />It did seem quite odd on that Thanksgiving day <br />He sat and ate instead of on that plate <br />And that vegetarian dinner, I did feel thinner <br />What I remember most was his saying of grace <br /> <br />Thank the Lord for who you are <br />On this Thanksgiving day <br />You can smile and grin when you sit in <br />And it’s not you on that plate <br /> <br />Thank the Lord for real strong legs <br />So again you can out run <br />When Thanksgiving day it comes again <br />And it’s not you that is well done <br /> <br />Now we took a liking to that old turkey <br />And I know it’s the strangest of fables <br />But Turkey George, yes we named him <br />Sits at the end of our table.<br /><br />Bill Simmons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-thanksgiving-turkey/
