I want to catch me a turkey
cause I don't want to get thinner
am going to get that feathered thief
coz he has been stealing my dinner
I'll chase him round the garden
with a baseball bat
I have to do the work myself
as I can't rely on the lazy cats
When I get that annoying bird
he'll wish he was never born
I'll roast him until he is tender
on a bed of potatoes and corn
I used to like that turkey
but now it is too late
one thing is 100% certain
he'll steal no more from my plate
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