Thanksgiving
A reflection on the joys of our living?
To heighten the thoughts of the things that we cheer?
A token of having good flesh on our flanks?
That brought them together and kept them so stuck?
Of their bravery and honor, that our country survives?
That saves us from harm and does what He deems?
That we were the prize at the end of the line
And we share our good fortune, with a dinner so fine?
Whatever the reasons that calls forth this feast
We pray thet it be not the last, nor the least.
Be festive, enjoy, turkey squash spuds and peas,
You've a room full of friends, all your fellow Escapees
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