Peter was a pumpkin eater.

Pie was his favorite way.

One day he met a lady.

In no time he made her his wife.

He demanded she make him pie.

"I don't know how," she cried.

This caused much strife.

Peter very angry, begin to wonder why he married her.

Peter didn't want to keep his wife.

Peter threatened her with a knife.

When she began to yell, he chopped her up and put her in a pumpkin shell.

Peter rolled her down the hill.

Oh how it rolled and bounced all the way down.

Peter nervous her body would be found.

He buried that pumpkin in the ground.

Casually walked back to town.

Nervously his eyes darted around.

People called out "good day."

"Hows your wife?"

Peter would just solemnly reply.

"I sent her away, she couldn't make pie!"

There her body stays buried away.

People say large beautiful pumpkins grow there each year.

Peter always carries them away.

Often you shall hear him say, "thank you dear."

You shall make a lovely pie, to die for.

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