A Psalm To Solemnize Pure Tin Forefathers Mothers

A psalm to solemnize pure tin forefathers/mothers... Who didst unknowingly, unquestionably, and unwittingly script vitality and the prologue to Thanksgiving, (which theme poem initially written) about three hundred and ninety seven years, and nine months after February third 1621, yet genesis of American November tradition pronouncing Meleagris gallopavo domestico sacrificial bird spurred them to revolt enmasse. Wise no adulation, dedication and gratification not emphasized the other three hundred and sixty four days a year question their role as consumed end product of taxidermist, gnome hatter clucks fie against industry where when thanksgiving gobbledygook brouhaha glib lets deified whereat a countless range of turkeys sacrificed veer rill lee with commendable, gratuitous and laudatory plaudits bequeathed to the cook, who held as the grand umpire calling bastes time to bring in the pitcher - though such an action tends tubby viewed as fowl, with tail feathers there be fluttering in sync with shutterfly flapping at least one angry bird sent to the slaughterhouse - whose peck within four square foot locker enclosure breeds base sill wrath bone, which Birdseye view dispensed, though tis grim fate doth behoove turkeys to rear up and protest their predestination forbidding grim intuition via special Turkish communication from axe of cruelty, the butcher will not deem ***** yet questions pop up why this singular twenty four hour Fitbit of time fosters the people to summon beneficence, and when whatsapp did appear rent lee clinched this American custom squawks back hundreds of years sans "The First Thanksgiving," a spontaneous oscillometer ocular venerated, feted, and celebrated requisitioned, when Governor William Bradford organized a three-day long feast near the tip of Cape Cod, which was too far north of intended destination. One month later, they made maximum headway to Massachusetts Bay celebrated Native Americans friends, the year 1621 feasted between Pilgrims and Wampanoag at Plymouth Colony a green day (know your enemy unsung) arbitrarily chose spread of turkey, waterfowl, venison, fish, lobster, clams, berries, fruit, pumpkin, and squash mebbe fish fillet Thanksgiving, currently celebrated on the fourth Thursday in November by federal legislation in 1941 recalling hooray, or more particularly regaling the maiden voyage 1620 viz a ship called the Mayflower ambitiously disembarking stalked by death and injury from Plymouth, England for the New World after a difficult battle at sea that lasted 66 days; the 102 passengers roped a deejay, which essentially doubled up as conductor, and struck up psalm songs for a guiding buoyant gull they named Oak Kay of the Mayflower landed near and the Pilgrims began to build a new home at Plymouth, whence an annual tradition hay begat by founding fathers and Mother Nature incorporating some marketing spin, thence United States by presidential proclamation and fiat Gerry rigged obeisance (essentially honoring those brave hearts that dared traverse the Atlantic Ocean without life jackets nor a whit, they didst courageously ferry themselves in a rickety craft (where many perished at sea) since 1863, and state legislation since Founding Fathers donned gray powdered wigs (served to trumpet political stance) forging fledgling colonies slated crude establishments and primitive bidet wrought forth from deep within the bowels of fecund fields broke ranks with Britain, and pioneered United States array.