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My mother used to sing this every Thanksgiving, so it became a family tradition. She grew up in New York (Queens & Hempstead, I believe) and would have been 84 this year. I wish I remembered the tune. It is not a song that can officially be found in print from my research so far. Would love to know where it originated, when and who wrote it. We simply called it the Thanksgiving Song. Our version is basically the same but with some variance:
FIRST VERSE:
Oh, a lone pumpkin grew on a green pumpkin vine.
He was round, he was fat, he was yellow.
"No silly Jack-O-Lantern shall I make," said he.
"I'm determined that I'll be a useful fellow."
REFRAIN:
For the glory of the Jack is in the Lantern
From the gatepost where he grins set up so high.
And the glory of the turkey is the drumstick,
But . . . the glory of the pumpkin is the pie.
SECOND VERSE:
So he raised up his head when the cook came along,
And she chose him at once as the winner.
His fondest dream came true -- he was proud pumpkin pie
And the glory of the big Thanksgiving dinner.
REPEAT REFRAIN:
For the glory of the Jack is in the Lantern
From the gatepost where he grins set up so high.
And the glory of the turkey is the drumstick,
But . . . the glory of the pumpkin is the pie.
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