Three little pumpkins sitting by the door
Wait for a chance to roll across the floor
Watching every visitor ring the bell.
Who is coming? We won’t tell.
Two little pumpkin sitting by the door
Where’s their friend? He went to the store.
Twiddling their stems, these pumpkins bored to tears,
Soon their swapping stories and telling bout their fears.
One little pumpkin sitting all alone.
Somebody is coming; he sits as still as stone.
Peeking in a bag gets a great surprise
Ten more pumpkins greet him with excited “hi”s
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