Ah! on Thanksgiving day, when from East and from West, From North and South, come the pilgrim and guest, When the gray-haired New Englander sees round his board The old broken links of affection restored, When the care-wearied man seeks his mother once more, And the worn matron smiles where the girl smiled before. What moistens the lips and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past, like the rich pumpkin pie?
|
The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.
|
The chieftain had been turned into a pumpkin although, in accordance with the rules of universal humour, he still had his hat on.
|
I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it to myself, than to be crowded on a velvet cushion.
|
I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.
|
I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.
|