The Punkin

“When the frost is on the punkin,”

     Is a dandy time of year;

It’s been sung by Whitcomb Riley

     In some verses very dear.

When the corn is cut for fodder,

     And is stacked out in the lot;

Is a picture for an artist,

     One that cannot be forgot.

“When the frost is on the punkin,”

     Is a most eventful time;

O it makes a pretty picture

     And it makes a pretty rhyme;

But I like it somewhat better,

     As the years go drifting by,

When the punkin’s on the table

     In the semblance of a pie!

August 2, 1904