Mark was asked to find turkey for Thanksgiving, So, at the mill he quit his job of riving, He hoped on a plane, For a turkey to gain, In Istanbul you will find Mark still living.
I bought a golden turkey for my Thanksgiving holiday, He was really cheap and cost me so very little pay, But, it was really hard to eat, His gold leaf covered meat, And, my ulcers should be healed up by next May.
There is a turkey in my soul,
Because last Thanksgiving you see I stole,
At the Thanksgiving feast,
The wishbone of the beast,
And mom's sterling silver gravy bowl.