The bards may sing of the great Corn King,
Who marshals in every valley,
His hosts we see, like the sands of the sea,
From hill-top and plain they rally.
Who marshals in every valley,
His hosts we see, like the sands of the sea,
From hill-top and plain they rally.
But our muse will rhyme for the Pumpkin Vine,
As long as the pen is able,
For plainly 'tis seen the Pumpkin is Queen
Of the ranch and the dinner table.
Tradition tells when they rang the bells
Of joy at the Nation's freedom,
They paid devoir to the Queen of the hour,
The beautiful golden pumpkin.
- May C. Hanks
2 comments:
I Couldn't think of a more fitting image to go along aswell!!
Yeah, it doesn't get much more classic than that pumpkin on a darkened porch.
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