Then he sat me down, and he spoke real
slow,
And he told me there was something that I just had to know;
His look and his tone I will always
remember,
When he told me of horrors... .come late in November.;
"Come about August, now listen to me,
Each day you'll
get six meals instead of just three,
And soon you'll be thick, where once
you were thin, And
you'll grow a big rubbery thing on your chin;
"And then one morning, when you're
warm in your bed,
the farm wife comes in and hacks off your head;
"Then she'll pluck out your feathers
so you're all bald
'n pink, And scoop out your innards right there in the
sink;
"And then comes the worst part" he
said...... I'm not
bluffing, "She'll spread your cheeks wide n' pack your
rear with stuffing".
Well, the rest of his words were too
grim to repeat, I
sat on the stoop like a winged piece of meat,
And decided on the spot that to avoid
being cooked, I'm
gonna' lay low to remain overlooked
I began a new diet of nuts and
granola, High-roughage
salads, carrot juice,... diet cola;
And as they ate pastries, chocolate,
and crepes, I
stayed in my room doing Jane Fonda tapes;
I maintained my weight of two pounds
and a half, And
act like I'm sick when the bigger birds laughed;
for 'twas I who was laughing, under my
breath, As they
chomped and they chewed, ever closer to death;
And sure enough when late November
rolled around, I was
the last turkey left walking around......
So now I'm a pet in the farmer's
wife's lap; I haven't
a worry, so I eat...... and I nap;
She holds me all day, while sewing and
humming, And
smiles at me, and says: "Christmas is coming"
