Even thought he was too good to work.
As he’d bullied and whipped all the gobblers around,
He was known as the Terrible Turk.
“One night a strange gobbler flew up to the tree;
He looked small in the yellow moonlight.
There was something about him—just what I can’t say,
That would cause you to think he could fight.
“Well the two gobblers fought, just as one might expect,
And the Terrible Turk thought it fun
When the fighting began. He remarked to the hens,