By B.K.
Date: 2001 Nov 21
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Chop till You Drop!

It's that time of year
When turkeys wish OLE Ben
Had made them national bird
A time when cranberries pop
And cornbread crackles
And we chop and we chop
Till we nearly drop
Putting the dressing together
We always forget something
So we drive to the store
In fowl cooking football weather
And parades you can't ignore
Pumpkin is the family pie
But you should see how pecans
Dress up so sweet
With ice cream on the side
And we all eat so much
That there's no way in heck
Any of us could ever hide
Or get close enough to kiss