This is a story of a pumpkin,
Who was born in a pumpkin patch,
Who had many brothers and sisters,
But no two that closely matched.
Pumpkins vie with one another,
Over width and girth in size;
And they are most highly valued,
If their size supports BIG eyes.
Now, really BIG-eyed pumpkins
Are the very most worthwhile,
Because that means they're BIG enough,
For the BIGGEST, WIDEST smiles.
The ambition of each pumpkin,
Is to be HUGE by Halloween,
For that is PUMPKIN GLORY TIME,
When pumpkins do their thing.
When Halloween arrives each year,
Not to anyone's surprise,
The first pumpkins that are purchased,
Are those with the BIGGEST eyes.
Carefully, they are handpicked,
To leave the pumpkin patch,
But, this year, one was abandoned,
And left there alone 'til last.
A pathetic little pumpkin,
No bigger than a fist,
Whose tiny eyes were tearful,
And whose smile did not exist.
With hope but gone, a child approached,
Who was leaning on a crutch;
Her eyes fell on the tiny pumpkin,
Which, in no way, could she clutch.
When the man that sells the pumpkins,
Saw the child could not hold her,
He picked up the tiny pumpkin,
And put it on the child's shoulder.
The child's smile grew very WIDE,
The pumpkin's smile grew WIDER;
But the child's eyes could never be as WIDE,
As the EYES of the pumpkin beside her!