Peter, Peter pumpkin eater, Had a wife but couldn't keep her; For she was a gourd, and she wouldn't be bored Late at night as he tended the garden.
Peter, Peter pumpkin eater, Kept a batch of pickled peppers They were loaded for transport and shipped out for dinner Just as his parents expected.
But then he got an idea.
Not the saw, not the trowel, not the liquor or the stout - he shut himself up and the farm halted. Calls went unanswered, the tractor grew rust, but eventually he righted what was wrong with him.
Peter, Peter pumpkin eater, Had a wife but couldn't keep her; For she was a gourd, and he'd have to mourn So he put her in a jar and pickled her.
A cure is not the mustard seed, the bay leaf, the peppercorn, or the coriander, It is ginger, allspice, anise, and the warmth of October.
He did not get the saw, he did not get the trowel, he did not get the liquor even as he saw the sirens ring out. His family was worried about him, apparently - welfare check, oh how scary. Everything was fine though, and would continue to be, for he put it all in the pumpkin skin and there it kept very well in.
Peter, Peter pumpkin eater, Had a wife and didn't leave her; Peter learned how to rebel, And then he loved her very well.
"A cleaner for his family, Peter keeps a farm that doubles as a final resting place for many of his kin's unfortunate accidents as they get their bearings in the world. While he's an accessory to their 'jobs', he does not partake in these acts of malice, relegated to his role for being soft. He works believing that every soul buried on the grounds becomes one of the produce, which are all eventually shipped out as part of his parent's global initiative. This is what leads to his infatuation with a particular pumpkin he grows one year, lovingly referring to it as _____ in celebration of their second life. While his parent does worry about his odd coping skills and what it means for their mission, Peter lives his life as wholesomely as he can - and that includes keeping his wife whole with him."