Now here is something worth remembering while you enjoy your Thanksgiving meal this year…

Methuselah ate what he found on his plate,
And never as people do now,
He took no account of the calorie count;
He ate it because it was chow.
He wasn’t disturbed as at dinner he sat,
Devouring a roast or a pie,
To think it was lacking in granular fat
Or a couple of vitamins shy.
He cheerfully chewed each species of food,
Unmindful of troubles or fears
Lest his health might be hurt by some fancy dessert,
And he lived over nine hundred years.

- unknown