The children smiled in their beds, the people couldn’t wait,
In longing for the early morn, they were in an anxious state.
Tomorrow’s the day when the Turkey arrives, that long awaited bird.
For legend holds that once a year he comes without a word.
No other Guest has been welcomed with this much cheer and glee,
He’s the center of attention. We enjoy him happily.
But, as the evening draws on, Turkey’s hosts go pale.
They drop their forks as the meal ends, their stomachs feeling stale.
“Enough, go away!” to Turkey they say.
“If you will, come back another day.”
Then to their couches and to their chairs they stagger one by one.
Feeling drowsy and stuffed and ill, as if they weighed a ton.