The Christmas that the Christmas Turkey Flew Away

One Christmas, in the grotto, there was cause for alarm...when the turkey ran away from Farmer Giles farm...

It didnt like the idea of being plucked...

Nor much the idea of getting cooked !

So off he jumped from out of his pen...

Over the gate at mph one hundred and ten !

Down the road, his feathers flew...

Because he didn't fancy being turkey stew !

Round the bend and over the style...

He was soon puffed out in a very little while...

He stopped on a wall...to catch his breath...accidentally sat on a holly leaf beneath !

Ouch ! He jumped up and cried out in pain...

Flapped his wings and set off again !

Before long, he'd flown over the Irish Sea...

Splashed in a puddle, singing merrily...

Onto to America...the United States...

Perched on the top of San Francisco's Golden Gates....

Because he didn't want to be a turkey roll...

Soon he zoomed off towards the North Pole...

But the turkey wasn't quick enough...

And soon got completely munched up...

With carrots n stuff !!

In the jungle, with a cheetah waiter...

A little later...he was devoured by an alligator !!!