Turkey Song I know this seems a little late But it’s about time I set you straight Before you know it next year will come And I don’t want to end up well done I know that your idea of loving Involves me in your kitchen oven Packed with stuffing and baked to perfection I have no defense against your aggression You come at us in groups like herds Men with guns against us wee birds Proclaiming to kill for a holiday But we’re only happy on that day if we’ve got away You hunt and kill our family and friends We pray for the day when the slaying ends Thanksgiving Day? Give thanks to who? For men who treat us like we’re food? I can understand you want something on your plate But I know another bird who tastes twice as great But I’m not the guy you want to hunt A fat little chicken is what you want!