[Sca-cooks] a little Thanksgiving song-

[Laura C. Minnick]

I just saw this on a blog I frequent, and it was pretty funny- just wait 
until you get to the last verse...

>by Lou and Peter Berryman,
>a very funny folk duo:
>
>Uncle Dave's Grace
>
>Thanksgiving day, Uncle Dave was our guest
>He reads the Progressive which makes him depressed
>We asked Uncle Dave if he'd like to say grace,
>A dark desolation crept over his face
>
>"Thanks," he began as he gazed at his knife,
>"To poor Mr. Turkey for living his life
>All crowded and cramped in a great metal shed
>Where life was a drag then they cut off his head"
>
>"Thanks," he went on, "for the grapes in my wine
>Picked by sick women of seventy-nine
>Scrambling all morning for bunch after bunch
>Then brushing the pesticides off of their lunch
>
>Thanks for the stuffing all heaped on my fork
>Shiny with sausage descended from pork
>I think of the trucks full of full of pigs that I see
>And can't help imagine what they think of me"
>
>Continuing, "I'd like to thank if you please
>Our salad bowl hacked out of tropical trees
>And for this mahogany table and chair
>We thank all the jungles that used to be there
>
>For cream in our coffee and milk in our mugs,
>We thank all the cows full of hormones and drugs
>Whose calves are removed at a very young age
>And force-fed as veal in a minuscule cage"
>
>"Oh thanks for the furnace that heats up these rooms
>And thanks for the rich fossil fuel it consumes
>Corrupting the atmosphere ounce after ounce
>But we're warm and toasty and that is what counts
>
>I'm grateful," he said, "for these clothes on my back
>Lovely and comfy and cheap off the rack
>Fashioned in warehouses noisy and cold
>In China by seamstresses seven years old
>
>"And thanks for my silverware setting that shines
>In memory of miners who died in the mines
>Worn down by the shovelling of tailings and piles
>Whose runoff destroys all the rivers for miles
>
>We thank the reactors for our chandelier
>Whose deadly plutonium won't disappear
>For hundreds of decades it still will be there
>But a few more Chernobyls and who's gonna care?"
>
>Sighed Uncle Dave, "though there's more to be told
>The wine's getting warm and the bird's getting cold"
>And with that he sat down as he mumbled again
>"Thank you for everything, amen"
>
>We felt so guilty when he was all through
>It seemed there was one of two things we could do
>Live without food, in the nude, in a cave,
>Or next year have someone say grace besides Dave.

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