Five Little Turkeys
5 little turkeys standing by door,
One waddled off, and then there were 4.
4 little turkeys under a tree,
One waddled off , and then there were 3.
3 little turkeys with nothing to do,
One waddled off, and then there were 2.
2 little turkeys in the noon day sun,
One waddled off, and then there was 1.
One little turkey better run away,
For soon will come Thanksgiving day.
If Turkeys Thought
If turkeys thought, they’d run away,
A week before Thanksgiving Day.
But turkeys can’t anticipate,
And so there’s turkey on my plate!
Jack Prelutsky
Fat Turkey’s Song
(to the tune of “Did You Ever See a Lassie?”)
Oh, gobble, gobble, gobble,
Fat turkeys, fat turkeys.
Oh, gobble, gobble, gobble,
Fat turkeys are we.
We walk very proudly and gobble so loudly,
Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble.
Oh, gobble, gobble, gobble.
Fat turkeys are we.
The turkey is a funny bird
Its head goes bobble-bobble;
And all he knows is just one word…
And that is
GOBBLE-GOBBLE!
Turkey
Let’s talk turkey!
What a walk it’s got!
Strut about, strut about,
Do the turkey trot!
Let’s talk turkey,
What a shaky wobble!
Strut about, strut about,
Gobble, gobble, gobble!
Meish Goldish
Mr. Turkey Song
I heard Mr. Turkey say,
Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble,
Soon t’will be Thanksgiving day,
Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble,
People say that it’s much fun,
But I think I’ll run and run
And hide until the day is done,
Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble,
Albuquerque Turkey
(sung to the tune of “Clementine”)
Albuquerque is a turkey
And he’s feathered and he’s fine
And he wobbles and he gobbles
and he’s absolutely mine.
He’s the best pet that you can get..
Better than a dog or cat.
He’s my Albuquerque turkey
And I’m awfully proud of that.
He once told me , very frankly
he preferred to be my pet,
not the main course at my dinner,
and I told him not to fret.
And my Albuquerque turkey
is so happy in his bed,
‘Cause for our Thanksgiving dinner…
We had egg foo yong instead.
Five Fat Turkeys
Five fat turkeys are we.
We spent all night in a tree.
When the cook came around,
We were no where to be found
And that’s why we’re here you see!
Turkey Trouble
(to the tune of “Mary Had a Little Lamb”)
We cooked turkey, nice and hot,
Nice and hot, nice and hot.
We cooked turkey nice and hot
On Thanksgiving Day.
We eat turkey a whole lot,
A whole lot, a whole lot.
We eat turkey a whole lot.
It will not go away!
Sandwiches and soup are fine.
By the way, would you like mine?
Pot pie lasts a long, long time,
It’s turkey every day!
A Thanksgiving Dinner
Take a turkey, stuff it fat,
Some of this and some of that.
Get some turnips, peel them well.
Cook a big squash in its shell.
Now potatoes, big and white,
Mash till they are soft and light.
Cranberries, so tart and sweet,
With the turkey we must eat.
Pickles-yes-and then, oh my!
For a dessert a pumpkin pie,
Golden brown and spicy sweet.
What a fine Thanksgiving treat!
Maude M. Grant
Every day when we eat our dinner,
Our table is very small.
There’s room for father, mother,
sister, brother, and me–that’s all.
But when it’s Thanksgiving Day and
the company comes.
You’d scarcely believe your eyes,
For that very same table stretches
until it is just this size.
When Daddy Carves the Turkey
When Daddy carves the turkey,
It is really quite a sight,
I know he tries his hardest,
But he never does it right.
He makes a fancy show of it,
Before he starts to carve,
And stabs in all directions,
While we’re certain that we’ll starve.
He seems to take forever,
As we sit and shake our heads,
By the time he’s finished slicing,
He’s reduced the birds to shreds.
He yells as loud as thunder,
Just before he’s finally through
For when Daddy carves the turkey,
Daddy carves his finger too!
Thanksgiving
The year has turned its circle,
The seasons come and go.
The harvest is all gathered in
And chilly north winds blow.
Orchards have shared their treasures,
The fields, their yellow grain.
So open wide the doorway-
Thanksgiving comes again!