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A pumpkin patch, late in the Fall, Is filled with pumpkins, large and small. Then as October rolls around, A rumbling's heard across the ground. Pee Wee Pumpkin was a little guy, In fact he stood five inches high. He heard his friends all fuss and pout And asked them what it was about. They said,"This time of year's the worst. For we are jack-o-lantern cursed." Folks use us then to light the scene For the scary night of Halloween. "They come out here from far away And take us back with them to stay. Then with a knife they carve us up, Put our seeds in a bowl or cup. They make us jack-o-lanterns then, A candle burning specimen. So we must watch and shake with fright. As the ghosts and goblins howl that night. "We all look different, some wear smiles, With others carved in different styles. Some have huge frowns upon their chins And some are sporting big wide grins. "No matter how they carve a face It's peers out on a scary place. And once the monsters have their night, We jack-o-lanterns shrink with fright." So Pee Wee, with a little slide, Popped neath a leaf where he could hide. As the others all were whisked away This little guy found he could stay. For his friends, sweet Pee Wee grieved, But he was also quite relieved. Then Halloween just passed on by. He gave a joyous pumpkin cry. He thought, "Oh joy! This sure is living, Like a turkey that has missed Thanksgiving. He lazed around from morn to night, Pee Wee Pumpkin was living right! One November morn, as he awoke, He felt a push and then a poke. A human voice said, "Come here, dear, I've found the cutest pumpkin here." "I'm glad that he's the one we've chosen, Let's take him in before he's frozen." On Thanksgiving day please heave a sigh, For Pee Wee—he's your pumpkin pie. —Grandpa Tucker |
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