Jack O’Lantern, shining bright
in the black October night,
your grin is crazed and wild and drunken --
but don’t forget, you’re just a punkin.
As cold rains fall
and warm days cease,
they head straight south
just like the geese.
The lawn is white,
the garden brown --
guess Old Jack Frost
is back in town.
The food is great,
the rides are thrillers;
it gets thumbs up
from all our killers.
The message writ
in slanted ray
says Old Jack Frost
Have no worries
and just relax,
you’re in good hands
with Goldman Sachs.
