Although some thought of the place as a bore,
The Tabs down in Harbour had much to give thanks for.
The worst one could say was, if his mood was quite poor,
“How nice it would be if this frame had a door.”
The sun shone up high on a crisp autumn day.
The Tabs were all chatting during a break from their play.
Soon matters turned to the struggles of friends,
And the excuse of the date to help make amends.
An antler-eared Tab remarked with a sigh,
“If only the lads at Tall Castle came by.
My cousin, a chicken, is hard up on his luck.
That place has been ruined by a nasty green—”
Suddenly six arrows appeared in his face!
The Tabs ducked for cover in a perilous race!
From windows and doorframes there billowed white smoke
(“I knew I needed a door”, grumbled a bag-headed bloke).
The reindeer’s own cousin had turned to the dark!
A rooster-masked hacker who flew in on a lark.
He’d bought some fresh cheats to win fights for free,
And as the Tabs scrambled he clucked loudly in glee!
But the panic was stopped by a Tab with a hat
(And a billowy shirt that made him look fat).
“Listen up, Tabs! This jerk has the gall
to swoop in on Thanksgiving and slaughter us all!”
“But he’s made one mistake, he forgot today’s date!
And today is the day that our friendship’s most great!
Let’s show this dumb cluck that he can’t be a winner
And then let’s go home and eat his feathers for dinner!”
With courage anew the Tabs rallied and struck!
The hacker (and cousin) were both out of luck.
And as the sun set the Tabs danced and sang,
Giving great thanks for fun times with the gang.