Thanksgiving is a joy
Especially if you’re a boy
You don’t have to cook
Or even read a book

You can just sit there
And eat like a bear
You can go anywhere
Or just sit and stare

You get to sit at a table
And thank that you are able
It is a wonderful time
That I wouldn’t trade for a dime

The smell of turkey
Makes me jerky
And the thought of pie
Makes me cry

The thought of cranberry sauce
Makes me want to drink nos
The thought of casserole
Makes me flipping roll

The thought of stuffing
Gets me cussing
The taste of ham
Makes me jam

The thought of gravy
Makes me wavy
The thought of chicken
Gets me licken