As We All Hunker Down To Eats
Our Fatty Gourd’s And Tasty Beets
Horace Reminds You To Give Thanks
Unto His Mighty Snowey Banks
And Giant Mauscled Big Fat Meats
Down To His Little Piggy Feets
We Do Not Jast Give Thanks To Boar
We Also Thank To Many More
We Thank The Tapir For His Sands
We Thank The Monkey’s Fruited Hands
We Thank The Old Ones For Their Call
We Thank Each One, We Thank Them All
The Old Ones Sing Their Song To Us
And Look Uppon Us With Disgust
And I Have Seen It In The Sky
Our Eldritch Doom Will Soon Be Nigh
As We Wait For Our Cosmic End
Let Us Enjoy Some Veggie Blend














