The Mexicans are celebrating
The Indians are celebrating
The Haitians are celebrating
The Europeans are celebrating
The Africans are celebrating
The Asians are celebrating
The Canadians are celebrating
The Americans are celebrating
Everybody is celebrating
In the United States of America
However, the turkeys are not happy
Because they will be forced to attend the gala
They will be well seasoned, baked, fried or cooked
At the table, the good, the bad, and the crooked
Will be eating like there is no tomorrow
Nobody will be skinny or unhappy
There will be no room for sorrow
This is Thanksgiving Day again
This is when everyone is in Heaven
And some turkeys will receive presidential pardon.
I wish every day was like that
When the world gets together
In the United States of America
To count our blessings, to pray
And to give THANKS.
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