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I had a little pumpkin, I got for Halloween,

I dug it out and carved it up, and it looked really mean.

But I kept all the seeds inside, and stuck them in the muck,

I added lots of water, and some wee-wee just for luck.

Then some time later, I went out to have a little look,

To see if there was anything, to give my mum to cook.

Lo and behold, surprised was I, so many had I grown,

I had to call the fire brigade upon my telephone.

“Help me, please! Oh help me, I need to eat these pumpkins,

Have you got a sucky thing for sucking lots of junk in?”

“No,” they said, “You’ll have to eat them all up by yourself,

They’re really awfully good for you, and fill you full of health.”

So mum made soup and stew and pie and put it on my plate,

And told me not to leave the room until I had it ate.

My belly swelled, my tummy groaned, my bum produced some gasses,

Don’t give me no more pumpkins, please. Next year I’ll just grow grasses.