I Will Be a Pumpkin Eater
I will come back as a pumpkin eater,
Popping out of my mother, healthy, a bard.
Eating my pumpkin shell with gnarly teeth,
Spitting the shiny black seeds out fast and hard.
I will sing my fabulous pumpkin song,
And lure a pumpkin maid to be my wife.
I will be a male, my tail so long,
And I will truly enjoy my pumpkin life.
I will come back sitting in a garden,
With an scowly-growly look on my face,
Scaring away every dhramn fly and ant
I will be a pumpkin lover’s disgrace.
I will be extremely fierce and mean-looking,
And I will lie down in my pumpkin bed,
I will guard her against garter snakes and thieves,
If they try to get her, they will end up dead.
Anyone who thinks they are going to dive
Into my house, my pumpkin, my mother.
Had better get ready to not be alive,
Because I can be as mean as my pumpkin brother.
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