Operation Gobble Freedom

Late last night behind the barn, beneath the moon so bright. The turkeys held

a meeting as they planned their daring flight. Tom stood on

a pumpkin saying, "Friends, the time is near. Thanksgiving's coming quickly

and we must get out of here." Oh, the turkeys are

plotting, feathers all a-flutter. Whispering and wobbling with a sneaky little mutter.

They've got maps and goggles, snacks inside a tote. Operation Gobble Freedom,

every bird aboard the boat. They dug a secret tunnel underneath the coop's

old floor. But Larry sneezed and blew the plan a foot outside the door.