Yes folks it's that time of year
When all have lots of cheer
Mistletoe carols sung
Cards and gifts from far and near
Christmas trees dressed and tall
Yes it's that time for all
But alas poor poor turkey
First it's fed until it's fat
Kept away every cat
And if it looks a little lean it's daily fed more than twice
But all year long it's treated nice
Then it's killed
But it's not the end this now is turkey's revenge
When it's dead it's stuffed with herbs and spices
Then with carving knife cut into little slices
If it's not eaten on Christmas day
You have to eat it in another way
You eat it cold with onions gherkins radish too
Maybe even in a stew
And if they're still some left
Sandwiches with pickle on the side
You take work you take to school
From this turkey you can't hide
Mums they think cannot let this go to waste
So many ways to turkey taste
But if you look real close at a turkey's face it looks as if he's had a bad dream
Maybe all of this the turkeys seen
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