It was the Day before Thanksgiving and all through the house
Nothing was ready, or so my husband did grouse.
While I with my glasses and book in my lap
Had just dozed off for a midmorning nap.
When out in the yard there arose such a clamor
I sprang from the couch to see what the matter.
The newly fallen leaves on the frost bitten grass
Gave the promise that winter was coming on fast.
And what to my wondering eye did appear
But the Great Turkey in my yard, so far yet so near.
He strutted, he pecked, he ruffled his feathers.
I knew he was a great bird unlike any others.
Then from the distance a gunshot so thrill
The Great Turkey turned and ran up my hill.
But I heard him exclaim as he raced out of sight.
Gobble Gobble to all and to all a good night.
*Animal Scientists who've researched the language of turkeys have determined Gobble Gobble to translate as Happy Thanksgiving.