Thanksgiving dinner; my mother's side;

I'll see the cousins I hold so dear.

However, there's just one thing,

I'll try and make myself clear:

Dear Marissa, bid me none

Of your crocodile tears.

Your brother's gone and told me of

Your nonexistent fears.

Is there anything you can truly cry

About to me this year?

If not, Marissa, please don't cry

Your crocodile tears.