On and around each Thanksgiving holiday, I tend to recall again a song I learned in elementary school a b'zillion years ago. The lyrics are:

A turkey sat on a backyard fence
And he sang this sad, sad tune:
Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble
I know I'll be eaten soon
Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble
I would like to run away
Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble
I don't like Thanksgiving Day

So, hey, I guess I give thanks today for the 1950s Midwestern sensibilities that would allow a little kid's public education to include such a fun and goofy song, even if the song's protagonist is ultimately doomed to be beheaded, gutted, baked, and eaten. Hotcha!