I am a turkey . . .
- Priscilla -
And it is getting close to November
I haven't long to live
And I wonder why I must die
They tell me it is "tradition"
The carving of my dead body
On Thanksgiving Day in America.
But I long to gobble gobble in the fresh air!
I long to love my children
I long to live my life with dignity
And I am not stupid!!
Last year, they dressed me up in silly costumes
And called it "Turkey Olympics"
But my human friends got together
And said: "ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! NO MORE NONSENSE!
And surprise of surprises, they did stop it!
Most of all, I long for a permanent "stay of execution"
Please don't eat me, I beg!
From "If Birds Could Speak
(The Longings of Our Feathered
Friends)" by Richard Griffin
Pay attention to me!