He met Mr. Turkey on the way. They stopped to talk together. Gobble, gobble, gobble. Quack, quack, quack. Then they walked back.
Variations add stormy, rainy, cloudy, etc.
If you do not hurry You will be a mouthful Thanksgiving Day, Thanksgiving day. A turkey sat on a backyard fence as he sang this sad, sad tune. And I know I'll be eaten soo-on. I don't like Thanksgiving Da-ay. Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble I would like to run aw-ay.