text: I spot the hills
  With yellow balls in autumn.
  I light the prairie cornfields
  Orange and tawny gold clusters
  And I am called pumpkins.
  On the last of October
  When dusk is fallen
  Children join hands
  And circle round me
  Singing ghost songs
  And love to the harvest moon;
  I am a jack-o'-lantern
  With terrible teeth
  And the children know
  I am fooling.