In honor of our yearly pilgrimage to the shrine of the bird, we bring you the famous Albuquerque Turkey song.
Sung to the tune of "Oh, My Darling Clementine--sort of.
Albuquerque had a turkey,
it was feathered, it was fine.
And it wobbled as it gobbled,
and it's absolutely mine.
It's the best pet you can get yet,
better than a dog or cat! It's my Albuquerque Turkey
and I'm awefully proud of that!
Now my Albuquerque Turkey is
sleeping snuggled in his bed,
And for our Thanksgiving dinner
we'll have egg foo-yung instead.
But seriously, folks, our Albuquerque Turkey is browning nicely in the oven.
After a nice walk in the woods, we are just getting ready to get the trimmings heated up so we can sit down for our Thanksgiving dinner.
Here's a wish that you are having a wonderful day with family and friends near and far!
4 comments:
And to you too -Happy Thanksgiving.
Well I've never heard that before [and I could almost hear it]! I'm happy to have a turkey as a pet just as long as I don't have to eat a dog or cat as a substitute.
Cheers
What a cute poem. My 4 year old actually keeps referring to the turkey as the "dead turkey".
For reasons that are entirely unclear to me, a song we sang in glee club when I was probably about 7 or 8 popped into my head today, but I could only remember the first and last lines. I'm so happy our friend Google brought me to you. Even if my coworkers are not.
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