There were two who came out of outside
Their fortunes for to try
And these two folks made a solemn vow
John Turkeybird must die
They looked in meats, they asked the guy
They checked the cases cold,
The guy sent them to frozen foods:
John Turkeybird was cold.
They've let him lie for a very long time
Till he was warmer and spry
And he was taken out of his wrap
And patted down to dry
They rubbed him down with olive oil
and pepper, salt and sage;
then put him in a paper bag
(an idea from a web page)
They roasted him most thoroughly
till his skin was crackly brown;
they and their friend then set about
and munched the skin right down
They carved him up, they ate him up
till they each ate a lot.
But they have served him worse than that:
they put him in a pot.
They boiled him up, they boiled him down
until meat fell from bone
Then added peas and corn and such
(potatoes give it tone)
John Turkeybird's adventure's done,
it's done in one fell swoop,
and they will ladle out his broth
a tasty turkey soup.