In autumn time, the pumpkin spice
Pollutes all food and drink
It’s smeared on fries and packed in ice
No matter what you think
It’s in our cider, in the beer
And even on corn flakes
In coffee and in cocoa
And mixed up in milk shakes
Don’t get me wrong, I like the stuff
So please don’t criticize
I’m worried there won’t be enough
To put in pumpkin pies
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