Once upon a midnight dreary, Prairie State pumpkins grew so cheery, over many a farmer’s field in the land we call “downstate.”
Glowing orange and growing larger, soon they’re plucked for pies and larders — or, perhaps, to meet the edge of carving knives shall be their fate!
Now a “jack-o-lantern” name them, spooking folks throughout our state — so share your pic, don’t hesitate!
