That pumpkin moved

John oh John why? 
lies oh lies Why? 
Juggling them
And spinning them
Like batons and laundry
Clean and dirty
No not a fool at forty
But a sly and very naughty
now on this day
Like any other way
We taught you play
And many you slay
For how, our age, a pumpkin move
again, with a knife, heads remove
True, for we stand, at the grave
we dare, never a name, to save
for who will believe ? 
who's mind can receive? 
We can't be deceived
Our very soul can't be retrieved
The wolf he cried
was the truth that died
That pumpkin moved
How can it be stopped?