Our pumpkins grew to giant size;
They are a sight to see;
But they’re as near to PUMPKIN PIE
As they will ever be.
For Florence simply will not touch
(Nor Sandy either, durn it)
A piece of pumpkin pie without
WHIPPED CREAM piled high upern it.
Now things have reached a pretty pass:
I have to rear a COW
To make my Victory Garden pay–
WHO WANTS TO BUY A PLOW?
by Ray Romine Tuesday, November 2, 1943
