The Goose and the Turkey

Out in the barnyard late last year

There wasn't much laughter, and there wasn't much cheer,

Cuz all the geese and turkeys were a'cryin' in their beer,

And the same were bein' pestered by the donkey and the steer.

All the critters figgered that it was fall,

With the leaves a'fallin' down, and the tracters at a crawl,

And the moon was nigh as big as a colorful beach ball,

And all the farmer wanted to do was watch football.

The geese and the turkey out in the hay

Were duckin' and a-dodgin' from morn to night each day,

Cause the farmer's wife was watchin', and then they heard her say

That the day was soon a-comin', and they called it Thanksgiving Day.

The donkey and steer laughed at their strife,

Cuz the goose and the turkey were a-feerin' for their life.

You could see their heads pop up and down each time they saw the wife,

And every time they were makin' sure she didn't have a knife.

Alas, that day, it did come about,

And all the barnyard shivered when they heard those birdies shout.

The farmer made them fatter, and they were nice and stout

When the wife showed up to catch 'em as the farmer called 'em out.

But, this year it's just not the same,

Cuz the goose and turkey can't be found when farmer calls their name.

There's a hint of a little shiver, but there's no use for a flame,

Cuz the goose and turkey ain't around. And old Fido is takin' the blame.