




Dashing through our food. With a knife and fork so fast.
Corn and peas to go. Into the throat they pass.
Into the tummy they plop, making growling stop.
So oh what fun it is to eat and eat and eat until we drop.
Oh dinner bells shotgun shells, turkey got away.
What are we supposted to do on our Thanksgiving Day, hay!
1 comment:
I think it's only in Texas that they sing festive songs that contain references to shotguns.. sweet.
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