Turkey Is Gone For A Sculpture
Tune: Johnny Has Gone For A Soldier

His feathers were black,
His balls were blue,
His build was stout,
His peck was cruel!
Ne'er found he a hen for to screw, oh
Turkey is gone for a sculpture.

Chorus:
Strut, strut, strut my bird,
Only sex could ease his woe,
But he never had a love,
Our hero birdy beau,
Turkey is gone for a sculpture.

He'd scratch the cars,
And peck their wheels,
He'd chase the mourners,
And bite their heels!
He barely escaped being some farmers meal,
Turkey is gone for a sculpture.

Our birdy boy died
Not long ago,
Some claim of old age,
But I say it's not so.
'Twas of a sad heart creased by cupid's arrow,
Turkey is gone for a sculpture.

(Break: Turkey In The Straw in Dorian mode)

Final Chorus:
Strut, strut, strut, my bird
You died knowing only the graveyard crows
Oh, Your gobble is sorrly missed
Fresh tears now flow!
Turkey is gone for a scultpure.