PUMPKIN PIE.

PUMPKIN PIE.
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“Oh, the pumpkin pie is the ple for me,
It’s the beauty I greatly admire:
‘Tis the ple that belongs to the land of the free,
It in good for the child and its sire.

“Oh, the pumpkin pie is the freeman’s pie.
And in it we put our trust;
No humbug, like mince, can it lie,
And it bearest no ‘upper crust.

“If pumpkin pie but grew on trees,
And on the branches would sway,
They would fill the air with a perfumed breeze,
And I’d shake the treen every day.”