O Tom Turkey in the tree
Why don't you fly down close to me?

Up in your roost you gobble loud
You wake the morning and sound so proud

You hope for hens to call to you
And they respond, as I do too.

With beating wings you soon fly down
But stroll away when on the ground

Why do you Turkey taunt me so?
Struttin’ your stuff, puttin’ on a show

For all the hens both far and near
To see your plumage and gobbles hear.

Iridescent in mornings’ light
Your feathers shine and glimmer bright

You puff yourself and fan your tail
Then turn to take a different trail

 Now you're much too far away
To take a shot and end the day

I'll settle now for that young jake
A bird to be the one I take

When time runs out, you'd settle too
For lesser turks that might just do.

Turkey hunting has come to be
The sport that suits me perfectly.

So Turkey Time I now hold dear
And look forward to it every year.

~ Tumbleweed