Sunday morning hiking,
warm but not so warm
Tall grass in the field,
long pants I should have worn
Following the tractor tracks,
clouds open up then cover
Sometimes you can hear before you see
Lucy Lossie and her lover
And her 16 lovely children
that follow closely by
Sneak up on them, not to be mean,
but just to see them fly
Have you ever seen a turkey fly?
It's amazing
Lucy lost a yander lover,
not the sharpest tools in the shed
The way we drive up
and down our driveway
It's a wonder they're not
permanently in bed
They could run left,
or just simply run right
Instead they turn and run
the other way and launch
Right into flight, so high
Rubbing their turkey feathers
up against the sky
Have you ever seen a turkey fly?
It's amazing
What about Thanksgiving?
Lucy Lossie is running scared
Will she be stuffed with stovetop
Or will she be spared?
She can hide in the underbrush
And simply lie
Or she can just flap her wings and fly
Lucy, in the sky with Amethyst.
Lucy Lossie's never safe, my friend,
and with guns roam this land.
Lucy, please don't forget
that you are a bird,
and you do not have to take a stand.
I wish I was like you.
Okay, that's a lie.
I just wish I had wings like you do and fly
Lucy fly so high
Rubbing your turkey feathers
up against the sky
Have you ever seen a turkey fly?
Have you ever seen a turkey fly?
Have you ever seen a turkey fly?
It's amazing