Jack the Pumpkin
Jack the pumpkin, orange and round
Growing fast without a sound
Lifting high his leaves of green
The biggest pumpkin ever seen
With special care he’s fed each day
Last fall they said Jack rolled away
Others left the old patch too
Now there’s only small and few
Jack took a trip, ‘twas far away
Nestled in a bed of hay
It was fall’s great pumpkin fest
He knew he was one of the best
Crowds of people all around
With all their funny talking sound
Because Jack was such a super size
He won the biggest pumpkin prize
Copyright © John Squires | Year Posted 2015
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