Grandma Pumkin made a song,
about her love from years past and gone.
His name was Lord Raptucio, and he was kind and strong;
but the dear Lord just didn't know where he'd belong.
Our Raptucio had a sister of his own,
little Mary May, too young to be alone.
She'd follow the Lord, wherever he went,
Helping him along, oh, her hand she lent.
And throughout their many years,
Had they shared hugs and shed tears,
Did Lord Raptucio find out what he was to be.
But, children, that part is up to you and me.
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