Keeping with tradition we will all sing our holiday songs.
Music by the immortal John Barry (Thunderball, Goldfinger)
Lyrics by yours truly.
All together now, and try to stay in key.
He stands up tall on turkey day
He knows his work, while others play
He takes his big knife down from the wall
Then he carves...that Butterball
He knows his choice of meat is stark
He craves the white, but fears the dark
For him the drumstick would appall
When he carves...that Butterball
All the stuffing he wants he'll get
He will risk tummy ache without regret
Mom scoops the yams upon his plate
He'll cringe to think how much he ate
But he pours lots of gravy on it all
And he carves...that Buuh...ter...BALLLLL!
And now, for those lunatics going out to the stores on the day after (all together now).
Black Friday
That's the day, the day that you can't escape
When folks go ape
It's wolf pack Friday
Shoppers merge, and anarchy thus prevails
And all for sales!
Merchants open their doors before dawn
Raising what you might call Devil's spawn
While some hapless clerk knows he'll be trampled
That's the way it goes, he's sampled Black Friday
Fights break out that make James Bond films seem tame
That's why they came!
To shop and to maim!
It's no game!
Emotions aflame!
Not a game!
It's no gaaaaammmmme!
Happy Thanksgiving all!