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Once upon a daytime chilly,
While I pondered things less silly,
Came a knocking at my door
Two pumpkins too ugly to ignore.

I asked them to go and leave me,
I told them staying would not please me.
But all they said was “Ever more.”
All they said was “Ever more.”

I did immediately beseech them,
I did all I could to entreat them
To not come darkening my door.
But all they said was “Ever more.”

I tried to hide from them.
I tried to chide at them.
But all my snides they did ignore.
And all they said was “Ever more.”

I did not know what they had in store.
They did not run; they did not bore.
They did not talk, except “Ever more,”
Until I could not stand it, stand it no more.

I took an axe and I whacked the floor.
Still they stayed close by the door.
And would not say what they wanted me for,
So one became a stew to even the score.

I threw the other into a pie.
Though to this day I know not why.
But ever time at this time of year,
When the days are cool and the nights are clear,

I hear a tapping at my door
And a sound I can’t ignore
It goes on forever more.
And I say nothing, save “Ever more.”