Mom's in the kitchen
Dad's in the room
She is making a chicken
And he's ready to groom.
I'm fixing my dress
My brother combs his hair
We promised not to make a mess
And eat sloppy we don't dare.
We all sit around the table
Ready to feast
In one day we won't be able
To stuff our face we will do in the least.
But before we do so
We bow our heads in prayer
To be thankful for what we know
And everyone to share.
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