The Turkey Gobble
Gobble, Gobble, Gobble
The Turkey did dance
Autumn was coming
This was His chance
Gobble, Gobble, Gobble
Run away fast
Escape to the Forrest
And through all the grass
Gobble, Gobble, Gobble
Away he did flee
Away from the cranberries
And all the gravy
Gobble, Gobble, Gobble
Thanksgiving was soon
The idea of a feast
Was nothing but gloom
Gobble, Gobble, Gobble
The Turkey Relaxed
In a new field
He tiredly slacked
Gobble, Gobble, Gobble
A giant man came
He found the new Turkey
Quiet and tame
Gobble, Gobble, Gobble
The family did eat
Between slices of bread
The Turkey did sleep
Gobble, Gobble, Gobble
His rest was divine
Now in Heaven
The Turkey did shine
Poem by Sarah Stufflebeam
Art by Lindsay Stufflebeam
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