Ode to Pumpkin Season
Pumpkin season's drawing nigh,
what wouldn't I do for pumpkin pie!
To miss one slice is cause to cry,
tastes so good it makes me sigh.
Pumpkin season's drawing nigh,
leaves are falling from on high.
Jump right in there, don’t be shy,
all too soon the snow will fly!
Pumpkin season's drawing nigh,
summer’s flowers in sleep will lie.
With old man winter we’ll have to vie;
to chase the chill let’s drink some Rye!