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The pumpkins prayer
The pumpkins walk from dusk till dawn
to settle on new pastures
Hiding till the sun is gone
Then moving even faster
If only we had wings
said the pumpkin king
Or the horses of our headless lords
but instead we walk and run and flock
like a nightmare hoard
What if we made our bodies into kites
and have the birds pick us up
Said a pumpkin blessed with intelligence But little foresight
That we way we can travel through the day
with out discovery's fright
So when the world slumbered
they found any lumber and strung themselves up in the fields
And when the sun rose what wonderful fun
for something new they did feel
But the birds they noticed didn't fly any closer
In truth they found themselves
unable to move at all
see each one of them found to stay safe and sound
they bound themselves tightly to stakes which demons
drove into the ground and left them there to live the year round
So the next time you drive by some fields of corn
remember the pumpkins so tired and worn
living their lives protecting a field acting as a crow throne
Never finding that safe place where they could call home
to settle on new pastures
Hiding till the sun is gone
Then moving even faster
If only we had wings
said the pumpkin king
Or the horses of our headless lords
but instead we walk and run and flock
like a nightmare hoard
What if we made our bodies into kites
and have the birds pick us up
Said a pumpkin blessed with intelligence But little foresight
That we way we can travel through the day
with out discovery's fright
So when the world slumbered
they found any lumber and strung themselves up in the fields
And when the sun rose what wonderful fun
for something new they did feel
But the birds they noticed didn't fly any closer
In truth they found themselves
unable to move at all
see each one of them found to stay safe and sound
they bound themselves tightly to stakes which demons
drove into the ground and left them there to live the year round
So the next time you drive by some fields of corn
remember the pumpkins so tired and worn
living their lives protecting a field acting as a crow throne
Never finding that safe place where they could call home
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