Seeking shelter from the storm

When you trot through a storm hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm is a golden sky
And the sweet silver gobble of a Tom.
Trot on through the wind,
Trot on through the rain,
Tho' your dreams be tossed and blown.
Trot on, trot on with hope in your heart
And you'll never trot alone,
You'll never, ever trot alone.

Walk on, trot on with hope in your heart
And you'll never trot alone,
You'll never, ever trot alone.

Have to admit, turkeys are pretty smart. They don't take the T.

Suldog
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