The Pumpkin

You may not believe it, for hardly could I:

I was cutting a pumpkin to put in a pie,

And on it was written in letters most plain

"You may hack me in slices, but I'll grow again."

I seized it and sliced it and made no mistake

As, with dough rounded over, I put it to bake:

But soon in the garden as I chanced to walk,

Why, there was that pumpkin entire on his stalk!