If I was a turkey
you’d be my hen,
and I’d fluff up my feathers
again and again,
and puff out my chest
and walk with a strut,
as I giggled and wiggled
and shook my butt.
I’d woo you and wow you
in a most enchanting way
and you’d prepare us a nest
upon which to lay,
and we’d have little poults
by the score,
and they’d be so cute,
and easy to adore,
because they’d look
a little like you
and a little like me
and it would be
just so easy to see…………
the acorn don’t fall
too far from the tree.
