MY LIFE AND DEATH.

I'm just a turkey gobbler,

But I've got a word to say

And I'd like to say it quickly

Before I pass away,

For I will get it in the neck

Upon Thanksgiving Day.

I cannot keep from thinking

Of poor Marie Antoinette,

She lost her head completely,

But this is what I'll get —

They'll knock the stuffin’ out o’ me

Without the least regret.

I've just a few days left now

Before I meet my fate,

For every turkey gets the axe,

The little and the great.

There never was a turkey born

Who did n't fill a plate.

Only three days left now,

Goodness, how time flies!

It brings a sadness to my heart

And teardrops to my eyes.

Does every turkey feel that way

Three days before he dies?

This is a very cruel world

( I'm talking sober facts ),

For I was only raised to be

The victim of an axe —

The butt of all your silly jokes,

And all your funny cracks.

And when you sit down Thursday

How happy you will be,

Every person gathered there

Will eat enough for three.

I'll be the guest of honor

‘ Cause that dinner is on ME.