The White Pumpkin
All the other pumpkins teased him
'Til he wished that he could die.
"You will be no Jack O' Lantern,
You'll be turned into a pie."
God pitied the pale pumpkin,
Sent a heavy frost that night.
Before the children came to choose them,
All the pumpkins had turned white.
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