My Life And Death.

(By A. Turkey Gobbler.)      I'm just a turkey gobbler,         But I've got a word to say      And I'd like to say it quickly         Before I pass away,      For I will get it in the neck         Upon Thanksgiving Day.      I cannot keep from thinking         Of poor Marie Antoinette,      She lost her head completely,         But this is what I'll get--      They'll knock the stuffin' out o' me         Without the least regret.      I've just a few days left now         Before I meet my fate,      For every turkey gets the axe,         The little and the great.      There never was a turkey born         Who didn't fill a plate.      Only three days left now,         Goodness, how time flies!      It brings a sadness to my heart         And teardrops to my eyes.      Does every turkey feel that way         Three days before he dies?      This is a very cruel world         (I'm talking sober facts),      For I was only raised to be         The victim of an axe--      The butt of all your silly jokes,         And all your funny cracks.      And when you sit down Thursday         How happy you will be,      Every person gathered there         Will eat enough for three.      I'll be the guest of honor         'Cause that dinner is on ME.