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1 " The turkeys were chunky With smiley, beaked faces,And they greeted the childrenWith downy embraces.So out through the barnyardThey ran and they flew,And they gobbled and giggledAs friends sometimes do.Then somebody spottedAn ax by the door,And she asked Farmer NuggettWhat it was for.With a blink of his eyeAnd a twist of his head,The old farmer toldA grim tale of dread:“Tonight,” said Mack Nuggett,“These feathery beasts Will be chopped up and roastedFor Thanksgiving feasts.”The children stood stillAs tears filled their eyes,Then they clamored aloudIn a chorus of cries.“Oh dear,” cried Mack Nuggett,“Now what shall I do?”So he dashed to the well,And the teacher went, too.And they fetched some waterFresh from the ground,In hopes that a swigMight calm everyone down.And when they returned To quiet the matter,The children were calmer(And mysteriously fatter!). "
― Dav Pilkey , 'Twas The Night Before Thanksgiving
2 " Twas the day before ThanksgivingAnd all through the trees,The fall leaves were spinningAloft in the breeze.Eight children had boarded Their school bus with grinsIn hopes that a field tripSoon would begin.They sang as they rodeThrough autumn terrains,While visions of drumsticksDanced in their brains. "
3 " O’er rivers, through woods,With winding and weaves,Their school bus sailed onThrough the new-fallen leaves.When out on the roadThere arose such a clatter,They threw down their windowsTo see what was the matter.When what with their wondering eyesShould they see,But a miniature farmAnd eight tiny turkey.And a little old manSo lively and rugged,They knew in a momentIt was Farmer Mack Nuggett.He was dressed all in denimFrom his head to his toe,With a pinch of polyesterAnd a dash of Velcro.And then in a twinkling They heard in the strawThe prancing and pawingOf each little claw.More rapid than chickens His cockerels they came.He whistled and shoutedAnd called them by name:“Now Ollie, now Stanley, now Larry and Moe,On Wally, on Beaver, on Shemp and Groucho! "
4 " Tonight,” said Mack Nuggett,“These feathery beasts Will be chopped up and roastedFor Thanksgiving feasts.”The children stood stillAs tears filled their eyes,Then they clamored aloudIn a chorus of cries.“Oh dear,” cried Mack Nuggett,“Now what shall I do?”So he dashed to the well,And the teacher went, too.And they fetched some waterFresh from the ground,In hopes that a swigMight calm everyone down.And when they returned To quiet the matter,The children were calmer(And mysteriously fatter!).The boys and girls drank upTheir drinks in the hay,Then thanked old Mack NuggettAnd waddled away.They limped to the school busAll huffing and puffing--It’s not easy to walkWith hot turkey stuffing.And then, as the school bus drove off in the night,Mack Nuggett looked ‘round--not a turkey in sight! "
5 " Twas the night before Thanksgiving,And the stars up aboveShone down on a school busAbounding with love.The very next evening,Eight families were blessedWith eight fluffy Thanksgiving turkeysAs guests.They feasted on veggiesWith jelly and toast,And everyone was thankful(The turkeys were most!).So each one gave thanksFor love and for living,And they all had a wonderfulHappy Thanksgiving. "
