I waited and waited in the tiny woodshed
When the time came I would know
Once a chill rushed in
And the farmer came out of the snow
He came in with his thick coat
And took me by the feet
Grab is knife, some wood, an ax
And prepare for the thanksgiving feast
Skin the potatoes and mash them up
Straighten all the seats
Cook up all the vegetables
And turn on the oven heat!
Then he waited for his guests
Just staring out the door
Soon they arrive two then five
Adults and kids galore
Finally my time was up
When the farmer grabbed his ax
“We don’t eat meat,” he said grabbing some wood
And patting me on the back.
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