Oh! fruit loved of boyhood---the old days recalling, When wood-grapes were purpling and brown nuts were falling; When wild, ugly faces we carved on its skin, Glaring out through the dark, with a candle within… John Greenleaf Whittier
A pumpkin in pies We all of us prize; And surely no pumpkin A boy would affright, But a jack-lantern light Is a terrible sight! L. Frank Baum
