Turkeys cross a road. A park is their abode. Sticking close together appears to be their code.

Their lil ones are their hope. Feathers are their coat. November is when they’re popular to American folks. Gobble: what one spoke. One tilts its head (and throat).

Turkeys cross a road.
A park is their abode.
Turkeys stick together appears to be their code.
Their lil ones are their hope.
Feathers are their coat.
Gobble: what one spoke.
One tilts its head (and throat).