The Twelve Days of Turkey!

On the first day of Christmas my true love said to me

I'm glad we've bought a turkey and a proper Christmas tree

On the second day of Christmas much laughter could be heard

As we tucked into our turkey - a most delicious bird

On the third day of Christmas we had friends in from next door

The turkey tasted just as good as on the day before

On the fourth day of Christmas, Gran came--she's rather old

We finished up the Christmas pud and ate the turkey cold

On the fifth day of Christmas, outside the snowflakes flurried

But we were nice and warm inside--we ate the turkey, curried

On the sixth day of Christmas the turkey spirit died

The children fought and bickered and we ate the turkey-fried

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave a wince

When he sat down to dinner and was given turkey mince

On the eighth day of Christmas, the dog ran off for shelter

I served up turkey pancakes and a glass of Alka-Seltzer

On the ninth day of Christmas, poor Dad began to cry

He said he couldn't stand the strain of eating turkey pie

On the tenth day of Christmas, the air was rather blue

And everybody grumbled at eating turkey stew

On the eleventh day of Christmas, the Christmas tree was moulting

Mince pies hard as rock and the turkey quite revolting

On the twelfth day of Christmas at last Dad smacked his lips

The guests had gone, the turkey, too...

That's when we dined on fish and chips!