  So June passed on, and warm July, And up the corn grew rank and high; Beyond where they their seed had sown, The cornfield stretched, a forest grown. Upon the fence the children sat With bare brown feet and torn straw hat. Between the corn-rows on the ground Their pumpkin lay, large, green, and round. And Charlie said, “Our pumpkin soon Will be as big as the great round moon.” And Towser peered o’er the fence so high With a knowing look in his wise old eye. |
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