[Lyrics by Berthold Gambrel and Maxwell’s_Maximums]
Here’s the tale of Steve the Pumpkin–
Steve the Pumpkin was my friend.
But on October 31st,
Steve the Pumpkin met his end.
Steve was sitting in the field that evening,
In silent thought, as oft he did,
When he was foully apprehended
By a passing neighbor’s kid.
Then they took ol’ Steve the Pumpkin
And they carved ’em up real good.
And put a candle in his noggin
Just because the bastards could.
I swore that I’d avenge him;
So I dressed up like a ghost
And barged in on my neighbors
Demanding candy, tea and toast.
And that’s the honest story
Of trick-or-treating’s youth.
Others may say different
But Steve the Pumpkin knows the truth.
Berthold, this was brilliant! Great job. Definitely a great way to kick off the Halloween month!
Thanks so much, Phillip! I can only claim partial credit, though. My co-author came up with the idea.
Poor Steve. And all the others of his kind, still in the field but soon to meet grisly ends.
Indeed. It’s a tough time to be a pumpkin.
Made me laugh
Glad to hear it. Thanks!
Steve may be gone, but his eerie spirit is now haunting me!
As he haunts us all. 🙂