How very well do I remember
That afternoon in late November
When I went out to someone’s farm
To buy a turkey, I meant no harm
I walked up to their house to see
If they would sell just one to me
But as I opened up the gate
I thought that I had met my fate
A turkey gobbler came around
And almost knocked me to the ground
He chased me all around the yard
To stay ahead of him was hard
The farmer showed up then, by heck
And grabbed that gobbler by the neck
He won’t chase me no more that way
We ate him on Thanksgiving Day
D.B.C.
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