Willard loved his pet turkey.
He fed him good all year-round.
And his pet turkey put on the pounds.
Around the farmyard, Willard's turkey was boss.
And at Thanksgiving Day dinner,
He tasted so good with stuffing and cranberry sauce.
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So your pet becomes your dinner! Too bad that it was the turkey's misfortune to have been born a turkey, and not a dog or a cat! guess the farmyard will need to nominate a new boss now! Very cute poem!