T’was the night of Thanksgiving, but I just couldn’t sleep
... I tried counting backwards, I tried counting sheep.
The leftovers beckoned, the dark and white
But I fought the temptation with all of my might.
Tossing and turning with anticipation
The thought of a snack became infatuation.
So, I raced to the kitchen, flung open the door
And gazed at the fridge, full of goodies galore.
I gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes,
Pickles and carrots, beans and tomatoes.
I felt myself swelling so plumb and so round,
‘Til all of a sudden, I rose off the ground.
I crashed through the ceiling, floating into the sky
With a mouthful of pudding and a handful of pie.
But, I managed to yell as I soared past the trees-
“HAPPY EATING TO ALL, PASS THE CRANBERRIES, PLEASE”
May your stuffing be tasty, may your turkey be plump
May your potatoes ‘n gravy has nary a lump
May your yams be delicious, may your pies take the prize
May your Thanksgiving dinner STAY OFF OF YOUR THIGHS!
... I tried counting backwards, I tried counting sheep.
The leftovers beckoned, the dark and white
But I fought the temptation with all of my might.
Tossing and turning with anticipation
The thought of a snack became infatuation.
So, I raced to the kitchen, flung open the door
And gazed at the fridge, full of goodies galore.
I gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes,
Pickles and carrots, beans and tomatoes.
I felt myself swelling so plumb and so round,
‘Til all of a sudden, I rose off the ground.
I crashed through the ceiling, floating into the sky
With a mouthful of pudding and a handful of pie.
But, I managed to yell as I soared past the trees-
“HAPPY EATING TO ALL, PASS THE CRANBERRIES, PLEASE”
May your stuffing be tasty, may your turkey be plump
May your potatoes ‘n gravy has nary a lump
May your yams be delicious, may your pies take the prize
May your Thanksgiving dinner STAY OFF OF YOUR THIGHS!
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