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
Copyright ©1999 Bob
Tucker