You've come to the table, dear friends,
and seen that the table has bends.
Your napkins are ready
to make what's most steady
delete every doubt that offends.
We are duly thankful.
One moment makes manifest why.
We are wearing old shoes,
tattered clothes, and a good
layer of dirt. Our bones
ache, and we are being evicted.
In short, we are too fortunate.
We possess a perfectly putrid
plethora. Your offerings
may become appreciated.!
The papoosed had
a taste of the excellent
Turkeys have been trotting.
They surely notice the imminence
of something. The sky is magnificent
red, and the dresses are turquoise.
The tomahawks gracefully poise.
Cease that bird-brained noise!