Gobble, gobble! Mr. Turkey!
Mr. Turkey doesn't want to die.
He trots away into the murky
distance and lets out a sigh.
Oh no! Here come the rifles
and fat, hungry men.
Mr. Turkey- a breath he stifles
and he knows this is when
He will die
and be served on a table
beside stuffing and pie
like the Thanksgiving fable.
And so ends the life
of Mr. Turkey with barely a fuss.
Now he's under a knife
and in my esophagus.
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