Eleanor Baynes

In a small little garden by a quaint brick house
Lived a slimy green frog and a twee white mouse
The frog was called Fred and the mouse was called Munchkin
Playing hide and seek in a field full of pumpkin

The pumpkin patch was situated next door
And every October they would laugh and roar
Running around trying to catch each other
Until they got called home by Fred’s brother

One sunny day when the pumpkins where ready to be picked
Munchkin and Fred were up to there usual tricks
Finding the best places to hide in the field
And chewing through the annual yield

Munchkin made a perfect hole to hide in
And couldn’t be found so she’d thought she’d win
But suddenly there out from the blue
The white mouse saw a big, brown old shoe

The pumpkin started to move and wobble
As someone said ‘this is a nice one to gobble’
Munchkin peered out from her hole to see
Herself moving towards next door neighbours tree

Fred heard a squeak and looked up above
To the pumpkin with munchkin in being held by a glove
‘Oh no’ ribbited Fred ‘the pumpkin’s been put in a car’
And drove off into the distance, very far

Fred hoped back to the small little garden
When he told his brother who said ‘I beg your pardon’
So they thought that was the end of the little white mouse
Who lived by the quaint brick House.

When all the pumpkins had been picked and gone
Fred heard the front door, as someone knocked on
He hopped over to the house in the dark of night
To see a group of small witches with a flickering light

As he got closer he could see that they were holding
A pumpkin alight, can you see this unfolding
The witches placed the pumpkin by the door as Fred was croaking
And out came Munchkin whose fur was smoking!

Fred hopped with joy as his friend had returned
Even though she looked a little burned
To their small little garden off they would go
Waiting for their next adventure in the snow