There’s a pumpkin seed here in my mouth
And it’s been all over I tell you
To the west and the east and the south
But it can’t scale the walls of hell. You
Can unleash the precision of teeth
You can buffer the motions of tongue
You can coax it to submit beneath
All the pressure from traps that you’ve sprung
Till the hull comes apart at the seam
And the kernel slips out in the open
As unbroken and green as a dream
If you like pumpkin seeds I’m hopin’
Ask the folks of the kernel about
Their reflections on getting it out
