(sung to the tune of "Clementine")
Albuquerque is a turkey
and he's feathered and he's fine,
and he wobbles and he gobbles
and he's absolutely mine.
He's the best pet that you can get,
better than a dog or cat.
He's my Albuquerque turkey,
and I'm awfully proud of that.
He once told me, very frankly,
he preferred to be my pet,
not the main course at my dinner,
and I told him not to fret.
Now my Albuquerque turkey
is so happy in his bed,
'cause for our Thanksgiving dinner,
we had _______________ instead.