Turkey Dinner

They gathered around me and chopped off my head

They ripped out my feathers and filled me with bread

Into the oven, I now go

Slathered in butter and cilantro

Baking in the oven for half a day

While they are free to laugh and play

Moved to the table, I see the knife

Held by the farmer’s pretty wife

I faint, glad I won’t feel

As I become a Thanksgiving meal.