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(To the tune of “My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean”)

My turkey went walking on morning,
The November weather to see.
A man with a hatchet approached her,
Oh, bring back my turkey to me.

Bring, back, bring back,
Oh, bring back my turkey to me, to me.
Bring back, bring back,
OH, bring back my turkey to me.

I went down the sidewalk a-shopping,
The sights in shop windows to see,
And everywhere hung great fat gobblers
Oh, bring back my turkey to me.

I went out to dinner and ordered
The best thing they had I could see,
They brought it all roasted and sizzling
They brought back my turkey to me.

Brought back, brought back
They brought back my turkey to me,
Brought back, brought back,
OH, brought back my turkey to me.