Sir Pumpky
Sep 8, 2018 · 1 min read
Sir Pumpky, my pal
Ruled one of the fields
Sir Pumpky, he was Yellow
Just like all the common pumpkies
But, Sir Pumpky, he was too large
He couldn’t dance, but always tried
Sir Pumpky, my pal
Was a jolly good fellow
He sat on an oak
And smoked his six-foot long pipe
He liked caterpillars
And ate a thousand a day
Sir Pumpky, he was getting old
Everyone loved him, except the caterpillars
Sir Pumpky, my pal
He shall reign till the end
While the rest of us shall perish in our Yellow Fields.

