Out in the field a pumpkin vine
Trailed along the ground,
And on this vine a pumpkin
Grew green, and plump, and round.
Through the days of summer sunshine
The pumpkin took on size,
And when its coat turned yellow
It could scarce believe its eyes.
"I'm a beauty," said the pumpkin,
"Since I'm no longer green;
Why can't I get out in the world,
To be admired and seen?"
Through autumn days the pumpkin
Became more discontent
And half its time, I'm sad to say,
In murmuring was spent.
The pumpkin on the next vine
Said, "Do not fret and sigh;
Just wait a while and some good cook
Will make you into pie."
"Into pie? Ah what a fate
For such a handsome fellow!
I won't be pie," the pumpkin cried,
And daily grew more yellow.
To the field there came one day
A maiden fair to see,
And said to the grumbling pumpkin,
"You're just the one for me."
She took him home and gave him
Big eyes and a grinning smile;
He became a Jack o' Lantern
Of the very latest style.
He swelled with pride and pleasure,
Through the revels of Halloween;
He said, "At last I've found my place
Where I'm admired and seen."
—From "Halloween Fun" by Marie English, 1927
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