We've got some kind of garbled messaging going on. To wit, who are the lil' gobblers, exactly?
In a nod to the much-discussed doctrine of Ironic Aggressor Sublimation (last mentioned here), consumer and consumed are deliberately confused, creating a mish-mash of signifiers. That is, are the lil' gobblers the (no longer gobbling) turkeys or the little eaters in Mr. and Mrs. America's brood?
However we interpret the semantic muddle, the turkey's content. Waving a wing at the proceedings, the turkey is poised and cheerful. So what if the gobbler is to be gobbled? It's an accomplishment—is it not?—to be chunked and breaded thus, and fed to children.
Happy Thanksgiving to all the gobblers everywhere.
Addendum: Reminisce with the line-up of Thanksgivings gone by: 2009, 2008, and 2007.