The gravy train to Greece and China had already left the station, taking Granny Smith, the apple of his pie.
Old Phil Grim leapt into his silver boat in hot pursuit, whipping across Cranberry Lake.
Tho’ long past his salad days, Phil would not mince words with the turkeys who had abducted his sweet pumpkin; he would squash them, then give ’em the bird.
The gravy train to Greece and China had already left the station, taking Granny Smith, the apple of his pie.
Old Phil Grim leapt into his silver boat in hot pursuit, whipping across Cranberry Lake.
Tho’ long past his salad days, Phil would not mince words with the turkeys who had abducted his sweet pumpkin; he would squash them, then give ’em the bird.