Oh tryptophan oh tryptophan
I can’t believe how tired I am
The juicy bird was cooked so well
That pounds of it within me dwell
And thus my eyelids drooping down
Only to open at the sound
Of offers of cake or pie
Which if I eat … I might just die
But with that thought,
I choose to try
For such an end
I’d not deny
Rob Johnstone, Woodworker’s Journal
Happy Thanksgiving from all of us at Woodworker’s Journal!
