Flying Pumpkin

If I had a pumpkin. I’d take you to the stars.
I’d sneak a kiss at Venus.
And then we’d fly to Mars.
We’d order red bean salad and a bottle of red wine.
Get it as take out. Mars is much too hot to dine.

We’d go back to Earth and skim across the sea.
You’d flash a little smile. Then give a kiss to me.
We would fly into the vallies, then high into the sky.
Then decide to take it home.
Cause we’re both craving.

Pumpkin Pie.