ten billion butterfly sneezes

Come ye thankful people come,
Raise the song of harvest home!

All is safely gathered in,
Ere the winter storms begin;

God our Maker, doth provide
For our wants to be supplied:

Come to God’s own temple, come,
Raise the song of harvest home.

From our house to yours, through the internets, be well, be happy, love each other, and be safe.

-k-

In your minds eye, imagine the turkey picture shifted to the right with the above verse appearing to the immediate left, and nicely spaced from top to bottom.

Perhaps one day I’ll be able to give thanks for being an HTML-web-layout-maven; today’s not the day.