Little Pumpkins

In remembrance of Malvina Reynolds Little Pumpkins in a pumpkin patch Little Pumpkins growing side-by-side Little Pumpkins taste of sticky taffy Little Pumpkins in a row. There's a black one, a sea-green one Polkadot and honey-yellow one But not one's an orange one And I wanted one that was orange. All the people in the pumpkins Pay rent to Peter-Peter and He's their landlord they're his serfs and He deflowers their every bride. All their children dry the pumpkin seeds And plant them in the pumpkin patch And the pumpkins become fat and firm And the children move right in. There are puce ones there are white ones One's vermilion, one is indigo And they all taste just like sticky taffy Which was left out in the sun.