Pumpkin man, pumpkin man
You journey west and to the hills
Your stick legs carry you far and away
Pumpkin man, pumpkin man
Seasons have changed, autumn has come
The people bay and call for your blood
Pumpkin man, pumpkin man
It’s the time of the Harvest Moon
The torches are burning, run for your life
Pumpkin man, pumpkin man
Are you okay? You’ve turned part of your stem
Into a staff and can barely continue on your way
Pumpkin man, pumpkin man
It was a valiant try but your head has rotted out
And your twig limbs have become too dry
Pumpkin man, pumpkin man
May your seeds take to the earth
So that you may live another day
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