The Turkey

                                      The Turkey

I just lost my Turkey did you see where it went?
He was plump and juicy, and heaven sent!
I’ve been waiting all week, now I’m going to cry,
Because he has left and didn’t say goodbye!

I got him from the farm, he was happy as can be,
I thought he’d like it here, didn’t think he’d flee.
I went to each house up and down the street,
Have you seen my Turkey? I was in bare feet!

He looked at me strange when I pulled one feather off,
At that point he cackled, it might have been a cough.
But the feather was grey and made him look old,
Maybe one less feather made him kind of cold.

Now my guests are here, and I really feel sad,
My Turkey is gone and the stuffing’s gone bad.
They’re watching football but I can see their eyes,
I know they’re thinking, where’s the drumstick and thighs!

They all mis-understood, cuz he wasn’t the meal,
I wasn’t going to serve him, that fact is for real.
I got him from the farm, thinking I saved his life,
There’s no way I would eat him, or even use a knife.

My guests wanted Turkey, but I made a ham,
If they start complaining, I’ll give em some spam!
The food is on the table, but I’m still down,
The Turkey is gone, can’t believe he left town!

There’s some noise outside, I better go see,
Hey, it’s my Turkey, he’s come home to me!
He came back inside with a twinkle in his eye,
He said Happy Thanksgiving, I got us Pumpkin Pie!