Six feet apart for you, Mr. Turkey.
Spread out thou so bright and early.
Go to the trees and the barnyard spots.
Sit in the bushes and empty slots.
Wear your masks and follow the rules.
Read the signs what you learned in schools.
For naughty turkeys a big, big spanking,
The worst in back for the lowest ranking,
And the first in line for the guillotine,
You can’t run and hide not to be seen.
So thou masked fowls in the turkey line,
Maybe next Thanksgiving will be your time.