By Louann Jeffries
When I was a child in school it seemed every year we put on some kind of play or program and all of us had to memorize something to recite. I tended toward poems that were shorter because not only did they get their meaning across it was also less likely I would get my tongue caught around my eyeteeth and make a major flub.
Here are some delightful Thanksgiving poems courtesy Thanksgiving World:
Thanksgiving Day – By Anonymous
Thanksgiving Day will soon be here
It comes around but once a year
If I could only have my way,
We’d have Thanksgiving every day.
Turkey In The Barnyard – By Anonymous
Turkey in the barnyard, what does he say?
Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble all day.
Turkey on the table, what do I say? , yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy all day.
Turkey in my tummy, what do I say?
I ate too much on Thanksgiving Day!
Turkey – By Anonymous
I am a big, fat turkey
You can’t have my head.
I’ll sit with you at dinner
We’ll eat a duck instead!
Turkey, Turkey – By Anonymous
(Sung to the tune of ‘Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star’)
Turkey, Turkey, look at you
Please be careful what you do.
Thanksgiving day is almost here.
We eat turkey every year.
Go and hide out in the woods.
We’ll eat pizza like we should.
I’m Glad I’m Not a Turkey – By Anonymous
(Sung to the tune of ‘Thank You Mr. Bus Driver’)
Oh, I’m glad I’m not a turkey
A turkey, a turkey
Oh, I’m glad I’m not a turkey
On Thanksgiving Day
They’ll stuff you and baste you
And then they will you.
Oh, I’m glad I’m not a turkey
On Thanksgiving Day
Mr. Turkey – By Anonymous
(Sung to the tune of ‘Are You Sleeping’)
Mr. Turkey, Mr. Turkey
Nice and fat, nice and fat
I am going to eat you
I am going to eat you
Just like that.
Just like that.
One Fat Turkey – By Anonymous
One fat turkey went strutting by
He shook his feathers and he winked his eye
He flapped his wings and his head gave a wobble
He looked and my and said, “Gobble, gobble, gobble”.
Turkey Gobble – By Anonymous
When the turkey gobble gobbles,
It is plump and proud and perky,
When the people gobble gobble,
They are gobbling up the turkey.
Thanksgiving – By Anonymous
The year has turned its circle,
The seasons come and go.
The harvest all is gathered in
And chilly north winds blow.
Orchards have shared their treasures,
The fields, their grain,
So open wide the doorway –
Thanksgiving comes again!
All in a Word – By Aileen Fisher
T for time to be together, turkey, talk, and tangy weather.
H for harvest stored away, and hearth, and holiday.
A for autumn’s frosty art, and abundance in the heart.
N for neighbors, and November, nice things, new things to remember.
K for kitchen, kettles’ croon, kith and kin expected soon.
S for sizzles, sights, and sounds, and something special that abounds.
That spells – THANKS – for joy in living and a jolly good Thanksgiving.