Pumpkinville There is a house in Pumpkinville Fourteen stories high Every room within that house was filled with pumpkin pie. Run along home, run along home And don't forget the way Run along home with the two bright eyes And don't forget the way Big white house and nobody living in it We'll move in and take it over And fetch some clover Then we will be living in it Florence E. Lusk - collected 7/10/78 by her daughter Margie Honeck. She learned it as a child in Franklin, Illinois. BL
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