For those of you who raise turkeys and a tribute from all of us who *ate* turkey yesterday (and the leftovers today): OK now, everybody sing along...(to the tune of Gloria Gaynor's 'I Will Survive') At first I was an egg, I was petrified Kept thinking I'd be lost or I'd get cracked or 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 Want to 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 one second you'd come in here with that ax. Go on now go Walk out the door Just turn around now Ain't chopping my head to the floor Aren't you the one who prized this dark meat on my thighs You think I'd gobble? You think I'd lay down and die? Oh no not I I will survive Oh as long as I can peck I know I'll stay alive Got my wings so I won't fall You ain't selling me to Butterball I will survive I will survive Hey! Hey!