A Red, Red Snood
 

A Red, Red Snood

My turkey has a red, red snood
And when he runs it wobbles.
My turkey’s snood detects what food
Causes garbled gobbles.

So soft and plump are you my fowl,
So heavy you can’t fly,
But plucked, without your cowl,
You’ll brown as you deep fry.

And when you’re bronzed by the deep fry,
You’ll be our honored guest,
And all the kids will sing and sigh
And praise you as the best!

I’ll bet that after all this trouble,
In heaven for fowl foods,
You grin and gobble as we gobble
All but red, red snoods.

Very topical! And a nice use of the word snood, which deserves more currency.

Cheers,
John