A childhood belief about the pledge

After saying the pledge, we'd sing "My Country Tis Of Thee."
my slightly altered version was: My country tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of the ICING. Land where our fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountain side, let freedom ring...
So, basically, i pictured a sweet land frosted with icing but then became sad to think of my father dying and then i'd picture people eating turkey because the strongest word to associate with pilgrim in my mind was turkey. This happened to me almost every day, and created within me a wide variety of emotions from munchies for the icing to deep sadness at the thought of my dad dying and us eating turkey afterwards.