A Thanksgiving Poem
May your stuffing be tasty
May your stuffing be tasty
May your turkey be plump,
May your potatoes and gravy
Have nary a lump.
Have nary a lump.
May your yams be delicious
And your pies take the prize,
And may your Thanksgiving dinner
Stay off your thighs!
Squanto and Pocahontas prepare to give thanks with Captain John Smith
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