WKRP in Arkansas

As God is my witness

I thought turkeys could fly,

A line from a sitcom

Many years now gone by.

A publicity stunt

For a radio show,

Mr. Carlson uttered -

He just didn't know.

With a crowd in attendance

An aircraft would sail

Above masses gathered

With the turkeys in tail.

At a spot predetermined

The doors opened wide

And the turkeys were tossed

From the aircraft's inside.

Unbeknownst, couldn't fly

So they fell to the ground

With a thud into death

To the crowd's gasping sound.

But Yellville, down south,

Turned the fiction to fact,

And every year since

Have repeated the act.

An annual drop

In a similar way -

A festival fall -

The Turkey Drop Day.

The basest of instincts

Attracts such a crowd

That delights in the suffering

While cheering out loud.

But this year is different

For P.E.T.A. arrived

Determined to see

That the turkeys survived.

Though often misguided,

This time hit the mark -

They ended this folly,

Demonic and dark.

They set up their signs

And marched on the town,

Now the festival's over,

No turkeys drop down.

No better collected

Than the worst of the pack -

When the weak are mistreated

The empowered must act.