My big pumpkin jumped off the porch
And ran down the street,
Going door to door for Trick and Treat.
My Big Pumpkin is an orange pumpkin,
From the Safeway in the city,
Not a country bumpkin.
she rolls and rolls, dodging cars,
Laughing and shrieking into all the bars.
what is her fate? In a pie on my plate?
No, after making her a Jill-O-Lantern and scaring girls and boys,
Into the garden she’ll go,
Into new and different golden pumpkins,
For next year.
Ha ha ha ha ha.
– Small town boy