They were all toms, save one. Here's our lovely Tomasina.
This tom's brain batter got only half-baked.
This tom is frightened. And rightfully so:
Little hungry mouths with little chomping teeth were lingering nearby...
This tom knows his fate. He's reflecting on his short, frosted life.
And this tom is just fed up with the whole business.
This tom is looking for an escape...
...but there was none to be had. Maybe being half-baked isn't so bad;
for Thanksgiving ignorance is bliss...when you're a tom.
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