Pumpkins in the cornfield,
Fodder in the shock,
An ear of yellow-golden grain,
Hangs on every stock
Blackbirds flying here and there,
The yellow corn they spy,
But I’m not thinking of the corn,
I’m thinking pumpkin pie!
~Adelaide Blanton
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