Hail turkey, regal bird, stuffed and roasted

golden brown.

Here upon the table spread,

our feast, grand bird, you crown.

Think we now of fragrance

which forth coming feast presents.

This turkey lends the finest flavor which

the nose can scent.

The taste is next to heaven,

salty broth trickling down

your chin.

If you are really lucky

you’ll get some crispy skin.

Meat, both white and dark,

most succulent, divine;

grateful hearts now sing

with thanks for this feast

so fine.