On a cliff way up high,
Sits a pumpkin looking to the sky.
Soon the clouds will skitter in,
And the fall will begin.
He's been waiting for some time,
Waiting for laughter, waiting for rhyme.
The kids need to come and fine him.
He's been looking for them, all around him.
But soon, oh so soon,
The feeling of Halloween will bloom.
And a brave little child,
Will find him out here in the wild.
And it'll be time to have fun,
As Halloween will have just begun.