Adieu Fair Pumpkin

A white pumpkin, how sublime before the falling snow, I'll warm the oven just in time And in our tummies go! So dear, so clear so virginal This fair squash of thine To take a sharpened knife at all To it seems such a crime! I turn it this way and then that I cut its top and grin I know just where that tin’s at The one I’ll put it in… Ah white pumpkin you’re bid adieu As into your core I bore Just as sweet and so yummy too I’d ask for another encore!