To the forest where the air is cold and they will never find me

10 days to go
and tonight on the farm
we are all jumpy
there just is no calm
our hearts they are beating
so fast and so loud
everyone’s frightened
even the proud
Cock Turkeys blazing
with colour and comb
all of us truly, we
we know that our home
is up for grabs and
we are sure it reveals
something is happening
already the squeals
from over the wall
where the Capons and Ducks
are staying
we just don’t feel right
it just sucks!

the men in the yard
They are all out of sight
Christmas is coming
and there is no light
I think that means wishbones and
stuffing, my sense
is that we have a break out
jump over the fence
together we really are feeling
forlorn
for if we all stay here
our necks will be torn
it means one thing I’m sure
death in a breath
loss of feathers and more
I don’t want to die
of that I am sure
I am still a young soul
70 days old
and hung on some pole
throttled, no way
to treat a proud bird
the thought of all this
is well, bloody absurd
so I’m over the fence
if I get the chance
into the forest
a wild turkey dance
I’ll share with the Moles and the Deer’s
and the Fox
I’m off for otherwise
I’ll be in box
a bronze gold medal
and all of that stuff
and as I have told you
I’ve now had enough

if I stay here I’m dead
so I’ll, squeeze between
the fence and the shed
and be gone yea I mean
Gobble Gobble Goodbye
I’d rather be cold
than cut up in some pie
and bloody well rolled
in force meat and sage
with a holly sprig stuck
out of my arse
like a prize looking duck
Santa and Jesus
I don’t want to know
I don’t want to die
I just want to go
being alive means so much to me
and the forest is dense
as dense as can be