Pumpkin Patch
Dirty faces, dirty feet
Caramel apple, sticky treat
Autumn squashes plump and small
Corn stalks waving proud and tall
Cawing crows wish they could stay
Straw man drives them all away
Crisply blowing bitter breeze
Runny nose about to sneeze
Growing squat on prickly stalks
Up and down the rows we walk
Tabby orange, a perfect match
Pumpkins in the pumpkin patch
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