I’m a turkey; my name is Fred
For the past eight Christmases
I’ve been hiding in the farmer’s shed
But I’ve been caught fatter than ever
It’s the same fate as my friend Trevor
What will I be ? Soup? Or a roast dinner?
Shipped off to ASDA to sit on a shelf
Soon to be at the dinner table with Buddy the elf?
So my wish this Christmas, if you will…
Is to win this year’s Strictly,
Won’t that be such a thrill?!