Jerky Turkey

Way down there in Texas, near the town of Farmer’s Branch
Lived a poor ole simple farmer who had a turkey ranch
Now the funny thing about it is the fellow couldn’t see
But he could run that turkey ranch as good as you or me

Now everyone should know the turkey is a clever bird
And just before Thanksgiving they would gather for a word
Each year they tried to figure out a way if they were able
To keep themselves from winding up upon the dinner table

Harold was their leader and devised a fool proof plan
To keep each one of them out of the farmer’s cooking pan
They all would act like cattle to avoid that awful fate
Harold was quite sure they wouldn’t wind up on a plate

The day before Thanksgiving all the turkeys young and old
Gathered all together and they mooed like they were told
The farmer as he always did went out into the pen
With axe in hand he planned to bring his turkey dinner in

The mooing of the turkeys had the farmer in a daze
And Harold smiled to himself proud of his wily ways
He strolled up to the farmer mooing like a big smart aleck
The farmer quickly swung around and grabbed him by the neck

The turkeys all did scatter running madly all about
As the farmer took his prisoner and happily walked out
And what happened to old Harold? He cooked up very well
The thing he hadn’t counted on was the farmer’s sense of smell