Home-Made Pumpkin Pie

October is the month for me,

     The best of all the year;

Instead of melancholy I

     Am full of right good cheer.

Of course it’s sad to see the vines

     And leaves curl up and die,

But think of what October brings,

     The home-made pumpkin pie!

The fields are barren, bleak and cold,

     The winds are biting, chill;

Each day uncovers more and more

     The thickly wooded hill.

But just compare the pantry shelves,

     With August or July;

Just note the brown and gold array

     Of mother’s pumpkin pie!

O, let the winds of winter shriek,

     And let the snowflakes fall;

October and the days to come

     Suit me the best of all.

It is the full time of year,

     The bounteous supply;

My life is full when I am full

     Of home-made pumpkin pie!

Oct. 21, 1910