Excuse me Mr. Pumpkin,
I couldn’t help but see
How flawless is your rind
As orange as can be
And now I really must tell you
Though slightly shy to say
Please don’t take this wrong
It’s a compliment I’ll pay
My intentions are truly genuine
I mean no hurt or harm
When I say you are the handsomest
Of any on this farm
I’m strangely deeply drawn to you
Like I’ve never been before
It cannot be love at first sight
I don’t believe in that for sure
Still I feel compelled to own you
To have my way with you
You’ll greet my Trick-or-Treaters
When with my knife I’m through