Turkey lay there on the table
Turkey big and brown
But when we went to cook him...
He was nowhere to be found.
We looked all through the kitchen
And searched the pantry well.
We asked Jim and John about it...
and even Annabelle.
And even little Mary
and she said "Tourse I do.
Poor turkey didn't feel so good
Because he lost his head,
So I put my jammies on him
And tucked him in my bed!"
This was my favorite Thanksgiving Day poem that I learned in Kindergarten. Thank you Mrs. Burton for teaching me something that stuck with my 22 years later!