It’s now that time of year
I have to live in fear
If I don’t get to hide
Inside your car I’ll ride
I’ll be washed and dressed
And ready for your guests
Then carved by someone able
While lying on your table
What’s left of me you’ll save
Till more of me you crave
Thanksgiving holidays
It’s me you like to praise
By, Randee Saber 10/6/07
