  Behold the pumpkin borne in state Adown the field and toward the gate, With Helen perched upon its crest, And Towser doing quite his best! No queen upon a gilded throne More royally than Helen shone; No steed more proud than Towser bore A princess to the palace door. The cart wheels rumbled o’er the road, And creaked beneath their heavy load. The boys cried loudly, “Here we come! We’re going to haul our pumpkin home!” |
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