Greta was a single parent.
She had one little boy.
She had a son named Kevin.
He was her pride and joy.
Kevin came home from school.
Thanksgiving was a day away.
He asked, "Will we have turkey
To eat on Thanksgiving Day?"
"No, Son, there's no turkey.
Rent was due; I had to pay it.
The late fee is too high to pay,
So I really couldn't delay it."
"We have some turkey hot dogs,
Corn, potatoes, and pudding too.
We'll have enough to eat, Son.
There's plenty for me and you."
"Mom, I'm praying for a turkey."
So Kevin dropped to his knees.
"Lord, please send us a turkey
To eat on Thanksgiving, please."
Nightfall came, and little Kevin
Was getting ready to go to bed.
"Mommy, I am still praying for
God to send a turkey," he said.
"Okay, Kevin dear," said Greta.
She felt worse than ever before.
Then Greta became very startled
By a knock on the front door.
It was her next door neighbor.
It was friendly Mister Foxx.
He was holding something heavy
In a hugh, clumsy cardboard box.
"Do you all have a turkey, Greta?"
"No, Kevin is praying for one."
"Well, now his prayer is answered.
Here's one for you and your son."
"Thank you so much, Mr. Foxx!
I'm thankful for those who care!"
"Praise the Lord!" yelled Kevin.
I know the Lord answers prayer!"