The First Thanksgiving Diorama Shanty

[Verse: rowdy sea-shanty pop-punk groove with stomping 6/8 drums, gritty folk-punk guitars, tin-whistle riffs, and rowdy gang-chant backing] And they set off from Plymouth with half of the town In two battered ships (The Speedwell sank) They landed on rocks in the dead of the night When the lookout called "land!" (oh, thank the lord) They all nearly starved and nearly froze Till they made new friends who showed 'em the ropes Then they killed all the turkeys and cooked 'em up And they feasted and sang (just listen to 'em now) [Chorus: explosive pop-punk anthem with Celtic fiddle hooks, big shout-along gang vocals, and pounding four-on-the-floor drums] We got turkey for dinner Come and get your dinner Turkey for dinner Everybody wins Turkey for dinner Come and get your dinner Turkey for dinner Everybody wins [Verse 2: upbeat pirate-rock shuffle with accordion stabs, folk-punk strums, and call-and-response tavern-style vocals] And their friends were impressed And their bellies were full And they loved their new friends They all got on well 'Til they all got smallpox and all moved away And now they call them (Wampanoag) They still sing that song every November They stand in a line and they get what they want And they take it all home and they eat it all up Then they pass out and snore (just listen to 'em now) [Chorus: explosive pop-punk anthem with Celtic fiddle hooks, big shout-along gang vocals, and pounding four-on-the-floor drums] We got turkey for dinner Come and get your dinner Turkey for dinner Everybody wins Turkey for dinner Come and get your dinner Turkey for dinner Everybody wins Turkey for dinner Come and get your dinner Turkey for dinner Everybody wins Turkey for dinner Come and get your dinner Turkey for dinner Everybody wins [Verse 3: folk-punk breakdown shifting to double-time pop-punk blast, stomps and claps leading into a full gang-shout climax] And now they're on the internet all night Trying to prove who was wrong and who was right But they don't know that the pilgrims have got the last laugh Because they always will win 'cause they're made of plastic