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(To the tune of “Jingle Bells”)

Dashing through our food,
With a knife and fork so fast,
Corn and peas to go,
While through the throat they pass,
Into the tummy they plop,
Making growling stop,
So, oh what fun it is to eat
And eat until we drop!

Oh, dinner bells, shotgun shells.
Turkey got away
What are we supposed to do?
On our Thanksgiving Day?