Oh evil Pilgrim dressed in black
Trap in one hand, musket on back.
You walk through wooded wilderness,
I Drag behind you in a sack.
I'll be your feast Thanksgiving day
A feast fit for a king!
You'll stuff me with the finest bread
And butter up my wing.
But first your lovely loving wife
Will sharpen up her finest knife.
She'll press my neck against a log,
And end my short sweet life.
And as my beak falls to the ground
My body quakes and shivers.
My heart beats one last sad goodbye,
To heaven my soul delivered.
My blood drained out, she'll flip me 'bout
My feathers she doth pluck.
One dying wish runs cross my mind
I wish I were a duck.
Oh hot oven! Burning fire of hell!
Searing flesh and skin.
Roast me slow to seal the juice
Then let the feast begin.
And as you enjoy my flesh, my meat,
Young children not half grown
With glowing eyes and hopeful hearts
Tug upon my strong wish bone.
Oh if there be a god on high
Watch over my dying flame.
I pray for a heaven where we carry guns
And one bullet that bears your name.
May sickness bless your happy home
And rot your holy family.
A wish upon my dying breath.
May you lose your limbs to lepracy.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!!!
Trap in one hand, musket on back.
You walk through wooded wilderness,
I Drag behind you in a sack.
I'll be your feast Thanksgiving day
A feast fit for a king!
You'll stuff me with the finest bread
And butter up my wing.
But first your lovely loving wife
Will sharpen up her finest knife.
She'll press my neck against a log,
And end my short sweet life.
And as my beak falls to the ground
My body quakes and shivers.
My heart beats one last sad goodbye,
To heaven my soul delivered.
My blood drained out, she'll flip me 'bout
My feathers she doth pluck.
One dying wish runs cross my mind
I wish I were a duck.
Oh hot oven! Burning fire of hell!
Searing flesh and skin.
Roast me slow to seal the juice
Then let the feast begin.
And as you enjoy my flesh, my meat,
Young children not half grown
With glowing eyes and hopeful hearts
Tug upon my strong wish bone.
Oh if there be a god on high
Watch over my dying flame.
I pray for a heaven where we carry guns
And one bullet that bears your name.
May sickness bless your happy home
And rot your holy family.
A wish upon my dying breath.
May you lose your limbs to lepracy.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!!!
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