Devilina the Pumpkin Head Girl
what is that coming down the lane?
She has a large head, is it made of grain?
As she saunters into sight, she has an evil look
Oh no! It is Devilina from meadow Bad Brook!
We all begin screaming and run back to our mothers
Trick-or-treating is out, says our cousin Warm Druthers
He is the biggest chicken, has been all his life.
Shut up! We tell him. Devilina will probably become your wife.
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