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“I Will Survive” – Thanksgiving Version
At first I was an egg, I was petrified
Kept thinking I’d be lost or I’d get cracked and fried
But you took me to your nest before it was too late
and kept me warm and you helped me incubate
And now you’re back, think you’re the boss
Wanna put me on a plate next to your wife’s cranberry sauce
I should have known this day would come
I should have known not to relax
If I thought for just a second that you’d come in here with an axe
Go on now go, walk out the door
Just turn around now
Ain’t chopping my head to the floor.
Weren’t you the one who prized this dark meat on my thighs
Do you think I’d gobble
Did you think I’d lay down and die?
Oh on, not I.
I will survive.
Oh as long as I know how to peck I know I’ll stay alive.
Got my wings so I won’t fall,
Ain’t selling me to Butterball
I will survive.
I will survive.