There is corner pumpkin patch where I really need to go

To make a monster jack-o-lantern, all snaggly toothed and grinnin’

‘Cause there they grow the  fattest, finest pumpkins ‘round about these parts for

The Halloween carvin’ contest, where I have my heart set on that blue ribbon winnin’

I’ll make one eye big and round, the other scary patched

Next, a wide triangle nose and scratchy whiskers on his curvin’  chin

I’ll poke some holes for his straw hair, for of course he must have thatch

And I’ll find a big, black, curvy pipe and put it in his wicked grin

‘Round his hidden throat, a neckercheif, all black squares on red

His neat, green, farmin’ shirt will be so very fat – all stuffed with yellow straw

Sittin’ proud in the front porch rockin’ chair, it’ll be that scarecrow’s head

With stuffed blue jeans tied in dark brown boots – a black cat in his lap

Mine will be the best, those blue ribbon judges ever saw….