Tom
Tom the Turkey he ran away.
I don't know where he is going to stay.
He vanishes one afternoon when pa went to town.
Tom was a big fat bird.
That followed me through the barn yard.
Now it's Thanksgiving day I ask pa if I could say a dinner prayer.
I asked God if he could make Tom return
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