Varð að senda þetta inn þar sem nú nálgast jólin When I was a young turkey, New to the coop, My big brother Mike Took me out on the stoop, Then he sat me down, And he spoke real slow, And he told me there was something That I had to know; His look and his tone I will always remember, When he told me of the horrors Of….. Black November; “Come about August, Now listen to me, Each day you'll get six meals, Instead of just three, ”And soon you'll be thick, Where once you were thin, And you'll...