Mysticism in the Squash Patch
In the deep forest you can see his eyes.
Glowing bright with mirth and lust.
He sees you as you pass
So drop your gaze and hurry past.
In spring when the moon glows bright.
He comes to the edge of the squash patch at night,
And dances with the faeries and elves,
And the squash blossoms glow in the gold moon light
In the deep forest you can see his eyes.
Glowing bright with mirth and lust.
He sees you as you pass
So drop your gaze and hurry past.
In spring when the moon glows bright.
He comes to the edge of the squash patch at night,
And dances with the faeries and elves,
And the squash blossoms glow in the gold moon light
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