††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† I look at the farm,

Where the corn stalk stays in

Donít be alarmed,

By that giant pumkin


His eyes are bright,

His smile is big,

Too bad heís gonna get eaten,

By the lady in the wig


Not just yet,

Thereís still more to come

He is my friend,

But where does he come from


He comes from the ground

In a tiny seed

He appears once a year,

On Halloween


We carve right through him,

But he doesnít mind

He likes to scare people,

Jumping out from behind


His outside is orange

He smells like frenchtoast


He has many pals

Such as Mr. Ghost


Some think heís scary

I donít think so

He is very friendly

He has much to show



By: Elisa