No pies in the oven,no cranberry sauce
Cause I make the orders, I am the boss
When out of the kitchen, there arose such a clatter
I "almost" got up to see what was the matter

As I drew in my head and was tossing around
To the bed came my kids,
they grimaced, they frowned
And laying their fingers aside their nose
They scared me to death,
and I thought "here it goes"

They spoke not a word
as they threw back my quilt
And the look that they gave me
was intended to wilt
So, up to the ceiling my pillows they flew
I knew I did have it,
their faces turned blue

"You prancer, you dodger
you're lazy, you vixen
Out yonder in kitchen
Thanksgiving you're fixin'"
But they heard me explain
with my face in a pout
I'M JUST PLAIN TOO TIRED
AND WE'RE EATING OUT"!!