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Kyle the pumpkin! He’s horribly made! For he’s made with tape, has a toothpick smile, And two button eyes for shame!

Kyle the pumpkin! It’s a scary tale they say! For he comes alive in October nights, Stealing souls as he decays.

There must have been some magic in that old and rotting rind; For when he bounced on down the street, People screamed and lost their minds!

Kyle the pumpkin, Was alive as he could be. As his smile dies and his compost lies, He knows death now is the key.

Kyle the pumpkin, Rolls along to find his patch. Spreading souls around, With his patch-mates proud, As he slowly melts away.

Now all his brothers Have a piece of him to play! The whole pumpkin patch, Can all claw and scratch, At a price that Kyle paid.

Kyle the pumpkin, Was a puddle of decay, But he’ll be back, next October crack, Living on through Autumn Days...