Came from the woods in feathered glory.
First just one, tom leading the way.
Soon was joined, the rafter, the flock.
Noisy gobbling, at distance would warn.
Where next to end upon a table.
Call it gobbler, a tarnegol hodu, kalkoen, moan barang, pelehu, shichimenchō, Truthahn, or plain old Turkey.
Bird is sacrificed, we celebrate the food,
Table full, no turkey alone, true thanks for all given,
From feathery beginning, to the corn, the cranberry.
Our family to all, here or there, cheers to your Thanksgiving.
Stay inspired my friends!