Sir Pumpky

flickyC
flickyC
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.

Yellow Fields

The story of the Yellow Fields and its Subjects.

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Yellow Fields

The story of the Yellow Fields and its Subjects.

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