I ate you, now I hate you,
I’m gonna be dreaming wildly tonight,
chills and sickly shakes in equal might.
You tasted not too bad,
but you were bad, you dead bird, BAD!
You tricked me, damn, dastardly bird.
If I die tonight, that’ll be a first!
Without your feathers you looked so nice,
but now I’m in bed with my head on ice,
Meh, I didn’t like you anyway,
you were tough and dry and lacking in taste!
I’ll enjoy eating your friend next Christmas!
Right from the farm, “Dead Turkeys-R-Us”!