Frost Upon The Pumpkin
By Harold Booth
There was front upon the pumpkin as it lay there on the groung,
A real thing of beauty to be seen.
Little Billy Joe the neighbor's boy like any other kid,
The little things he liked to do was mean.
Little Billie joe stopped by to play he saw the pumpkun there.
He took his knife and cut a hole so round.
The little boy being all alone,I knew what he'd do.
He climbed upon the pumpkin and pulled his britches down.
Next thursday was the Holliday we gave our thinks for living,
Invited the preacher to dine with us,
Our thinks we were a-giving .
While talking of his younger days ond of the years gone by.
He said "He'd like to have a piece of good old pumpkin pie".
So dad went to the garden and brought the pumpkin in.
Mom carved it up and made a pie for Deaton.
After he had ate his fill and licked the platter clean.
He jokeingly commented on the pie that he had eaten.
Next morning Billy Joe came by and told dad what he'd done.
It made daddy laugh with joy you know.
So dad got on the the telephone and called up Mr.Deaton.
He said "The comment you made about my pie.
I just found out it's so".
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