‘Twas a night like any other


    And all through the farm


    A single creature was stirring


    Alone out in the barn


    The night air was crisp


    And the smoke was hot


    But the silence was broken


    By an echoing <i>SQUACK!</i>


    The burnout rose up


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    To go and find out


    What made that pained song


    He rounded the pasture


    And his eyes wide did grow


    When he saw white feathers


    Covering the ground like snow


    He rushed through the gate


    And what did he see?


    Buddy the donkey had cornered


    Christmas, the turkey


    They used to have two turkeys


    Christmas and Thanksgiving


    But buddy had stomped the latter


    And that sure did sting


    The burnout was pissed


    His heart burned with a zeal


    “I’ll be good and damned


    If you take another meal!”


    The burnout stomped and clapped


    And shouted and cursed


    And Buddy ran off


    Almost as if rehearsed


    Christmas was terrified


    Curled tight in a corner


    So the burnout scooped her up


    And hoped she felt warmer


    He carried her out of danger


    Giving buddy one last jab


    “If you try to kill another,


    I’m collecting your tab.”


    He took her to the back yard


    And what did he say?


    “Looks like you live


    To fry another day.”


    And so it seems our tale


    Has reached it''s isthmus


    That’s the story of how


    The burnout saved Christmas