A Turkey Followed Me Home. Walking home from school one day along a lovely street.

A Turkey Followed Me Home

Walking home from school one day along a lovely street

When from behind me came a noise, the sound of tiny feet.

I spun around to see a bird, my jaw dropped to the ground.

A turkey stood in front of me, his wattle swinging ‘round.

Turkey, turkey go away. Please don’t follow me!

I am going to my home and it’s not safe for thee!

Turkey, turkey go away. Let me make this clear.

It’s Thanksgiving week, you see so please get out of here!

“But he followed me home anyway” (GOBBLE) “Shoo! Go on! Git! Ohhhh!”

I hid him in the basement and I hid him in my room.

I covered him with laundry, but there wasn’t wiggle room. (sad GOBBLE)

I tried to find the perfect place. I looked and looked and looked.

For if I could not keep him hid, his goose was surely cooked! (alarmed GOBBLE)

“Thanksgiving came, Thanksgiving went” (relieved GOBBLE) “Yeah, you were lucky THIS time.”

When December rolled around, we thought the coast as clear.

I saw the turkey to the door. He had a cool veneer.

Keeping turkeys out of sight is not as easy thing.

Take my advice, you turkey, you, and don’t come back ‘til spring!

Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat! (panicked GOBBLE)

Don’t come back ‘til spring! (lots of panicked GOBBLES)

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