We gather together to ask the lord's blessing 

For turkey and dressing and cranberry sauce.

It was slightly distressing but now we're convalescing

So sing praises to his name and forget not to floss.

Our nearest and dearest we don't want confessing

It's sort of depressing to have them so near.

Our feelings supressing for lightly acquiescing 

And perfectly professing we're glad they were here.

We gathered together and got the lord's blessing

Of course we're just guessing 'cause how can you tell?

Our stomach's are bloating

Our kidneys nearly floating

Hellos are very nice but goodbyes can be swell