He was just a simple pilgrim, at the first Thanksgiving was he.
When he stepped away from the table to relieve his bladder of mead.
Once in the forest the pilgrim, he hid behind 'yon oak tree.
When from the corner of his eye, he did spy, a cornucopi—
Falling through a wormhole!
Except it wasn't a wormhole!
It was a Spirit of Thanksgiving hole!1!1!
Swimming in the electric stuffing, interdimensional gravy man.
Pull back your buckled hat so your third eye is seeing—
Oh Sweet pilgrim, out of time.
What should I be thankful for?
Food, family, and deities are nice!
But did you know there’s so much more?
Everything and more!
Pilgrim, tell us more!