‘Twas a night like any other

  And all through the farm

  A single creature was stirring

  Alone out in the barn

  The night air was crisp

  And the smoke was hot

  But the silence was broken

  By an echoing

  The burnout rose up

  And set down his bong

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  To go and find out

  What made that pained song

  He rounded the pasture

  And his eyes wide did grow

  When he saw white feathers

  Covering the ground like snow

  He rushed through the gate

  And what did he see?

  Buddy the donkey had cornered

  Christmas, the turkey

  They used to have two turkeys

  Christmas and Thanksgiving

  But buddy had stomped the latter

  And that sure did sting

  The burnout was pissed

  His heart burned with a zeal

  “I’ll be good and damned

  If you take another meal!”

  The burnout stomped and clapped

  And shouted and cursed

  And Buddy ran off

  Almost as if rehearsed

  Christmas was terrified

  Curled tight in a corner

  So the burnout scooped her up

  And hoped she felt warmer

  He carried her out of danger

  Giving buddy one last jab

  “If you try to kill another,

  I’m collecting your tab.”

  He took her to the back yard

  And what did he say?

  “Looks like you live

  To fry another day.”

  And so it seems our tale

  Has reached it's isthmus

  That’s the story of how

  The burnout saved Christmas