The Old "Tom" Turkey

We've got the old "Tom" thawed,
And the roaster's getting hot;
The kitchen's mighty busy.
Now, where's my special pot?



Sister's making dressing
And Pa is peeling spuds.
I'm filling up the sink
To wash the pots with suds.

The air outside is crisp;
I love this time of year.
It's toasty warm inside,
With family being near.

The cooks are all aflutter,
Thanksgiving time is here.
I have a lot to be thankful for;
It's a time to be of good cheer.



The smells are rising high,
Aromas of pumpkin, turkey, and tea.
How it takes me back in time
Through my reverie.

Yes, the old "Tom" is done,
Pa, it's time to carve.
Come on and gather round,
Don't want no one to starve.










By: Mary Walker-Butler (better known as "Lucy")
Copyright 2000



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