SONG CHALLENGE WINNER!

Here's a Challenge! idea sent in by JenEllen -- Gobbler's Gone For Good: Cemetery Turkey Is Laid To Rest - Death Is Not Due To Fowl Play -- (Spokane, WA) When a tom turkey strutted onto a cemetery just before Thanksgiving, people figured he was either a farm escapee trying to avoid ending up the centerpiece of a holiday dinner ir a wild bird just passing through.  But the bird that became known as Martin A Gobbler remained for good, and he hardly overstayed his welcome.  The turkey - eventually determined to be wild - took up residence for seven months, adding unsuspected levity to graveside services.  The gobbler also attracted gawkers who came to see him chase cars in the parkinglot and fend off the ducks who invaded what he considered his turf.  Martin died June 24th, and got a farewell fit for a creature far higher on the food chain.  The bird, believed to be around a year old, was found dead on the grounds with no obvious signs of trauma.  The memorial drew about 50 people and featured an altar, photo, and flowers with an attached note "Your gobble will be missed."  The turkey's cremated remains are stored in a small blue urn in the office of the funeral director while they plan to incorporate them into a monument featuring a bronze turkey statue placed near the office entrance.  The cemetery owner believes Martin's biggest burden in life was his apparent inability to find a mate.  Staff never saw a hen on the grounds, and Martin's flamboyant displays of strutting and pecking car tires were merely for human consumption.  "He didn't enjoy his life of celibacy at all" stated the groundskeeper  "He would get all fluffed up and parade around here like he owned the place.  He was trying to attract a mate and there were none to attract."


Martin by JenEllen
(Tune:  Kaw-liga)

JenEllen's Comments:  Well, the last of the finals are done and graded (Meaning I've already dealt with turkeys all day, why shouldn't I come hang out with you? LOL)

Martin was the messed up gobbler
Standin' by the stones
Wishin' he could fall in love
But he was all alone
Martin, oh Maaar-tin
Peckin' tires daily without rest
Instead of takin' time to build a nest

Poor ol' Martin
He never got a hen
Poor ol' Martin
Old age it done him in
Is it any wonder that his waddle's red?
Spending lovebird time a'gobblin' at the dead

Always fluffin' his turkey feathers
Struttin' down the walk
Chasin' widows around the graves
Just to hear a squawk
Martin, oh Maaar-tin
Furious, because he thought we knew
That he would like a piece of turkey too!!

Poor ol' Martin
He never got a hen
Poor ol' Martin
Old age it done him in
Is is any wonder, that since his egg was made
He's wishin' one more time he could get laid

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