The Turkeys are Restless

The turkeys are restless
On this lonely night-
Clucking in terror and
Screeching in fright

The turkeys are hiding
And screaming for aid
The farmer- he comes
With a big butcher blade

The turkeys are running
On this fateful eve
Huddling together-
For tonight they will grieve

The turkeys are wailing,
The morning is gray-
But how can they weep?
It's Thanksgiving Day!

The turkeys are roasting
All over a flame
The children are laughing-
They think it's a game

The turkeys are plotting
Their fiendish revenge-
Never forget that
Turkeys will avenge!