Tater and Tot were pardoned yesterday
Mr. President sent them on their way
No date with the axe were they meant
Rather, a nice bucolic retirement
But since they were bred for the table
Their life's purpose became unstable
A pall of depression came over each
They wouldn't become the centerpiece
No sausage stuffing for all to note
Or their giblet gravy in a boat
No cranberry sauce was to grace their side
So, they both committed suicide
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