"Today we're here gathered," the Pickler said,
beginning his speech with an air
of deepest solemnity, and bowing his head,
he continued, "And on this day fair..."

But his words were cut short by a rumbling sound,
and the Pickler went red in the face,
and the thing that came up the hill would astound
every one in the whole human race!

A pumpkin so big, and round as the moon
and orange as the set of the sun
and behind it a man, who looked like he would soon
drop dead as if shot by a gun.