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| Tell me, Mr. Turkey, Don't you feel afraid When you hear us talking 'Bout the plans we've made? Can't you hear us telling How we're going to eat Cranberries and stuffing With our turkey meat? Turkey, heed my warning: Better fly away; Or you will be sorry On Thanksgiving day. |
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| I have never understood why anyone would roast the turkey and shuck the clams and crisp the croutons and shell the peas and candy the sweets and compote the cranberries and bake the pies and clear the table and wash the dishes and fall into bed when they could sit back and enjoy a hamburger. |
| Turkey Talk |
| A turkey is a funny bird, Its head goes wobble, wobble, All it knows is just one word, "Gobble, gobble, gobble." |
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| You will need: apples colored toothpicks colored mini-marshmallows gumdrops The apple is the body of the turkey. Add colored mini-marshmallows to 5 or 6 toothpicks and stick them in one end of the apple, like a fan, to make a feathered tail. Use a toothpick for the neck. Use a gumdrop for a head. Use 3 yellow toothpicks for legs (in a triangular position so your turkey can stand up) |
| ~Apple Turkeys you can make~ |
| 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 with 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, till 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! |
| Only tom turkeys gobble. Hen turkeys make a clicking noise. Domesticated turkeys cannot fly. Wild turkeys can fly for short distances up to 55 miles per hour and can run 20 miles per hour. June is National Turkey Lovers' Month! |
| They should change the whole turkey thing to hot dogs, then they should rename it "Franksgiving" Now that would be a fun holiday! Happy Franksgiving! |
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| Sunshine's Turkey Fun |
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