Momo and Grumbella A Turkey In A Jam With A Dino-Mite Plan

Gobble, gobble, gulp—he heard the terrifying sound

"We're having turkey for dinner," the rumor's going round

He waddled to the garden, shaking in the autumn breeze

Thinking, "I won't be the main course if I hide among the trees!"

He needed a disguise, something big and really tough

Because just being a bird was suddenly not enough

He's got a dino-mite plan, a tail made out of twigs

A stompy, stompy stomp, doing dinosaur jigs

With a roar-gobble-gobble, he's putting on a show

So Momo and Grumbella will never, ever know

But you don't have to hide to find out where you belong

You can just be yourself and sing a turkey song

He let out a mighty roar, but it ended in a cluck

He thought his cover blew and he was running out of luck

But Momo smiled so bright and wiped away his fear

"Grumbella wouldn't eat you, we're just glad that you are here!"

They shared a little giggle, a secret they could keep

He's her long-lost cousin—now isn't that a leap?

He's got a dino-mite plan, a tail made out of twigs

A stompy, stompy stomp, doing dinosaur jigs

With a roar-gobble-gobble, he's putting on a show

So Momo and Grumbella will never, ever know

But you don't have to hide to find out where you belong

You can just be yourself and sing a turkey song

Now they're gathered round the table, pulling up a chair

No one's on the menu, there is only love to share

Saying what they're thankful for as the autumn leaves fall

Good friends, helping hands, and being yourself most of all

He had a dino-mite plan, a tail made out of twigs

A stompy, stompy stomp, doing dinosaur jigs

With a roar-gobble-gobble, he put on quite a show

Now Momo and Grumbella are the best friends that he knows

No, you don't have to hide to find out where you belong

You can just be yourself and sing a turkey song