The Pumpkin Show
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Down in the meadow
where the pumpkins grow,
God is putting on an extravagant show.
Bright orange pumpkins
lying all around…
Little pumpkins, middle-sized pumpkins,
and giant pumpkins can all be found.
Hundreds of pumpkins
waiting for the day,
when they’ll be loaded
on a truck filled with hay.
To market, to market,
and then to the store,
Soon they’ll find a home
by someone’s back door.
Then Grandma will cook the pumpkin
and turn it into pies,
And that’s why God
rains pumpkins down from the skies.
Copyright © Betty Harp Butler | Year Posted 2016
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