I spot the hills With yellow balls in autumn. I light the prairie cornfields Orange and tawny gold clusters And I am called pumpkins. On the last of October When dusk is fallen Children join hands And circle round me Singing ghost songs And love to the harvest moon; I am a jack-o`-lantern With terrible teeth And the children know I am fooling.SourceThe script ran 0.002 seconds.
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