The Turkey Bird Song

We love meaty, big plump birds
They gobble and rarely fly
On the chopping block it goes
Don't feel sorry, no need to cry

Pluck it's feathers make it smooth
Spread cranberry sauce like sap
Spread its legs for stuffing
Leftovers galore for a midnight snack

Wings are Flappin
Necks are Snappin
Turkey Slappin
If you haven't heard
This bird is the word
A feast fit for a king
Nothing more this bird can sing
He gobbled his way into our hearts
The only song we have, are these loud, smelly farts