Rosebuds on tobogan and green opal earings
Linkletter memories and all things endearing
A liitle more nonsense to fill in the rings
These are none of my favorite things
Drove down Nellis parked out in front
This line could rhyme with front
But it's vulgar
Talked to a guy who operate cranes
Got hugged by a sweetie blood rushed in my veins
Ate some smoked turkey and cursed the cowboys
Gave thanks for this family who often bring joys
Swooned at the patio and the hole for the pool
Sipped on some grapie and thwarted my drool
Home by seven back to our cool place
This thanksgiving put smiles on our faces
Fanfare