Dear Turkey its true we pluck your feathers
and leave you naked, you must get the chills
Thanksgiving must leave your kind in Tatters
and send your kin folks running for the hills
I know you feel naked without your dress
But your feathers don\'t compliment a meal
An issue we also have to address
We\'re sorry, we know how you truly feel
We don\'t mean you harm , but its Thanksgiving
We are thankful for the meal you provide
This Holiday think of what you\'re giving
Warm filled blessings to fill your kind with pride
As we dress you up with cornbread dressing
Never forget you are A true blessing