Gathering pumpkins on the farm--
A thrilling time of year!
When we were young it meant to us
That Halloween was near.
Aunt Mary let us choose our own
From pumpkins large and small;
We clambered over golden heaps
For the smoothest one of all.
On some we'd etch a grin and sculpt
A classic friendly face;
On others, weirdest grimaces
And lone tooth left in space.
Now the smallest pumpkin face
Carved out to scare or cheer
Brings back those happy memories
Of pumpkin time each year.
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