Hunting, I must go, shot the turkey with my bow,
What idiot covered him with butter?
Now the alphabet tablecloth is a clutter,
Turkey is baking, and it is beginning to snow.
It is not a benefit to being alone,
During this festive time of the year,
Even the best dog is given a big bone,
Sit back, be of good cheer, and treat yourself to a mug of
beer.
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