Ode to Thanksgiving

There once was a farmer named John
who worked on his farm all day long
He milked cows all day
and then he would shovel some hay
whilst singing a jaunty song.

John had a pet turkey named Moe
After the bartender from the Simpson's, you know
He could dance, talk and sing
He could do just about anything
but of course he still couldn't sew.

Each year when November came
John's wife would say the same
"Without turkey to carve
we shall surely starve
and you will be to blame!"

But John wouldn't comply
He didn't want Moe to die
He'd say, "Mary, my dear
no need to fear
a frozen Turkey I shall go buy."

But this year wasn't the same
When November came
Because times were tough
There was only one thing to stuff
and the bad economy was to blame!

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