Front:
C.S.
PUMPKIN CHERUB
Back:
THE PUMPKIN CHERUB
Said a bright little pumpkin to me one day
As I was passing by,
“Won't you please make a cherub of me?
I know you can if you try;
I'm so afraid of being made
Into a pumpkin pie.”
Said I, “A pumpkin cherub is something
new,
But I'll try and see what I can do.''
So I picked him up right then and there,
And pinned on some tufts of grass for
hair,
Two near-by squashes I gave him for arms,
Chubby hands of carrots to match.
I made him lips from a pepper red,
Wings of leaves from the cabbage patch.
And lastly two wonderful eyes for his
head
I found for him in my onion bed.
Now that my cherub here you spy,
Prefer you cherub or pumpkin pie?
Pub. by C. Smith and Co., 308 Farm St., Ithaca, N. Y.
