Giant golden pumpkin,
Resting in the noonday sun,
I wonder if you're dreaming
Of a magic night of fun.
Very soon you'll wear a smile
Carved by a jackknife blade,
As you glow with candlelight
While the spooks are on parade.
You'll sit proudly in the window
To view the eerie scene
As the gremlins dart by,
Celebrating Halloween.
You will radiate with beauty,
As the young and very old
Are captured in your spell
While the witching hours unfold.
Oh, giant golden pumpkin,
When Halloween is gone,
The enchantment that you weave
Will always linger on.
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