Proud Turkeys - Thee More Shallows

Counting your blessings as they hatch and grow

You’ll start to feel uncomfortable

As each one takes off far away

With small wings and heavy

Proud turkeys with the gift of flight!

And you were right

They drop like an anvil out of a wagon in the grasses

Climbing through foggy passes on soaking wings

And get caught up with wolves and young, hot foxes

And do Jesus Christ who knows what sorts of things

You read them stories from the Book of Bad Breaks

Every night when they were sleeping safe inside their eggs

Hoping to impart at least a premonition about the dangers they’d face

But barely two, they’re lost to you now:

Proud turkeys with the gift of flight

Big-breasted babies, way unsteady

And really heavy and not too bright