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Well they call me Uncle Rumpkin my body's just a pumpkin my hat, the pointed core with a smile, I deliver warm you up when you shiver leave me lighted on the floor Hey I'm not a nasty fellow in fact I'm rather mellow an ordinary guy on the porch, a Jack-0-lantern with a torch, but the man turns and I'm churned into a pie! and I would rather die a broken shell smashed in the street to be a trick, over a treat for all your kids who'd rather eat well my face is close to human my teeth can almost chew men though I'm not that kinda dude in the end when our eyes meet you will see who's the pie's meat when they're servin' up the food!
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Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC
Uncle Rumpkin
Well they call me Uncle Rumpkin my body's just a pumpkin my hat, the pointed core with a smile, I deliver warm you up when you shiver leave me lighted on the floor Hey I'm not a nasty fellow in fact I'm rather mellow an ordinary guy on the porch, a Jack-0-lantern with a torch, but the man turns and I'm churned into a pie! and I would rather die a broken shell smashed in the street to be a trick, over a treat for all your kids who'd rather eat well my face is close to human my teeth can almost chew men though I'm not that kinda dude in the end when our eyes meet you will see who's the pie's meat when they're servin' up the food!
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Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC
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