Turkey, turkey in the pen,
It's Thanksgiving time again.
Still you strut around with pride
When you should take off and hide.
Nice big bird we have a date.
I will see you on my plate.


On that day we'll give you praise,
Talk about your better days,
When you scared us with a gobble.
Giggling at your silly wobble.
Then we pass around white meat,
Thank you for your special treat.


Then a piece of pumpkin pie,
With the whipped cream extra high.
I dream of this throughout the year
Now Thanksgiving's almost here.
Turkey, turkey, I must say,
"You're the one who makes that day!"


Turkey Day by Grandpa Tucker
Copyright ©1999 Bob Tucker