A classic Fall tradition indeed
Like smores on a campfire
Stab a pumpkin, keep the seed
It all started here, you see
A simple carving pumpkin
To bring together my wife and me
Pumpkin this and pumpkin that
Can make a person go mad
Not I, give it here even if I get fat
That’s the joy of this precious fruit
We use everything we see
Bake em, eat em, and decorate em so cute
Ah, that smell of pie, reminds us
Fall is here, I hope it never ends
Go outside and enjoy it, you must
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