In a humble farm nestled in the countryside
Lived a turkey named Tom with feathers so bright
He strutted through the fields with a confident grace
Unaware of the fate that awaited his place
Thanksgiving was approaching,
a joyous time for all
But Tom couldn't help but feel a sense of impending fall
He heard the whispers among the other fowl
Of the tradition that would take him with a solemn howl
And the farmer's smile grew wide as he sharpened his knife
Tom the turkey knew his time was coming It'd all be over in a strife
But in his heart Tom held no grudge,
no bitterness would he keep
For he knew in his sacrifice,
others would partake and feast
Amidst the autumn hues,
under skies so white Tom found solace
in the beauty of the countryside
With a final gobble he bid farewell to the farm
His sacrifice,
a symbol of love and charm
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