The Tired Turkey

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!