It's come to that time of the year again
I can tell by the shelves in the store
An orange coloured feast for our tired eyes
You can hardly get in through the door
Multitudinous specimens on offer
Ranging from small to gargantuan in size
The girth of those things is enormous
They certainly should win a prize
Children everywhere are busy preparing
Scooping ripe flesh from out of the skin
While mother is toiling in the kitchen
Pumpkin pie to fill every tin
Eager fingers are furiously gauging
Out eyes and mouths with a knife
Candles will be lit inside and hung a handle
And they will take them and terrify you out of your life!