Far, far in the back of the viney patch
Lies a pumpkin without a stem
And, on that pumpkin was a little hatch
For no one knew it but him
And, who was he, but a little field mouse
That ate nothing but seeds
For living inside of a pumpkin
Gave him all the food he would need
(Co-Written by Brooke Considine)
((October 1st,2009))
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem