Post-Thanksgiving Hymn
Tom Lehrer
We gathered together to ask the lord's blessing
For turkey and dressing
And cranberry sauce
It was slightly distressing
But now we're convalescing
So sing praises to his name
And remember to floss
Our nearest and dearest, we don't mind confessing.
It's sort of depressing
To have them so near
Our feelings suppressing
We concentrate on fressing,(alt: we're sweetly acquiescing)
As loudly we proclaim
That we're glad they were here
We gathered together and got the lord's blessing
(Of course we're just guessing
'Cause how can you tell?)
Our stomachs are bloating
Our kidneys nearly floating
Hellos are very nice
But goodbyes can be swell