The Pumpkin laughed out loud:
“I don’t mind being fat at all,
I sometimes feel like a cloud
Or like snow that’s about to fall.”
“I see,” Horseradish replied,
“Well, that’s fine for you, I suppose;
As for me, I could grow if I tried …
Want to see? Alright – here goes!”
So he blew and he blew and he blew
And got terribly red in the face,
And he grew and he grew and he grew
And went POP! (without leaving a trace).