Turkey Day is drawing near,
That poor ol' bird has much to fear.
O'er turkey dinner we'll give our thanks.
. . . Oh, hey now! That bird clanks!
However will we eat our fill
If yonder fowl we cannot kill?
Made of whirring gear and metal wing,
Can forks and knives even dent this thing?
Thanksgiving feast will still be there -
We'll offer thanks for different fare!
