Three Mice On a Pumpkin

Three mice on a pumpkin getting the view. I wish there were seven, said the little one, Lou. Three is not enough, agreed the loudest one, Goo. A ghost swished by in the wind, but forgot to boo. What is wrong with him? Asked Lou and Good. He must be stuck up said the pumpkin who grew. The ghost gave them a nod and said “hello you two!” Can’t he count? Asked the persnickety one named Goo.