What are you grateful for?
Who do you want to thank?
Come join us all, short and long,
Count your blessings, sing us a song
Pick one from the romantic era
When Pancham spun his magic,
When dhoti was as much in vogue, as the tie,
All that mattered were her eyes.
There will be food, there will be wine,
Exercise hard, clean your Tashreef
Leave the shoulders as they are,
You will rub them clean while tapping feet.
We'll venture out, brave the falling chill,
Aids will be there, but nothing like your
