The Night Of Thanksgiving
Twas The Night Of Thanksgiving,
But I Just Couldn't Sleep.
I Tried Counting Backwards,
I Tried Counting Sheep.

The Leftovers Beckoned,
The Dark Meat And White,
But I Fought The Temptation
Wth All Of My Might

Tossing And Turning With Anticipation,
The Thought Of A Snack Became Infatuation.
So, I Raced To The Kitchen, Flung Open The Door
And Gazed At The Fridge, Full Of Goodies Galore.

I Gobbled Up Turkey And Buttered Potatoes,
Pickles And Carrots, Beans And Tomatoes.
I Felt Myself Swelling So Plump And So Round,
'til All Of A Sudden, I Rose Off The Ground.

I Crashed Through The Ceiling,
Floating Into The Sky
With A Mouthful Of Pudding
And A Handful Of Pie.

But, I Managed To Yell As I Soared Past The Trees . . .
Happy Eating To All - Pass The Cranberries, Please.
May Your Stuffing Be Tasty, May Your Turkey Be Plump.
May Your Potatoes 'n Gravy Have Nary A Lump,

May Your Yams Be Delicious
May Your Pies Take The Prize,
May Your Thanksgiving Dinner
Stay Off Of Your Thighs.

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