John Greenleaf Whittier

“ Our chair a broad pumpkin, our lantern the moon,—
Telling tales of the fairy who traveled like steam.
In a pumpkin-shell coach, with two rats for her team.
Then thanks for thy present; none sweeter or better
E'er smoked from an oven or circled a .platter.
Fairer hands never wrought at a pastry more fine,
Brighter eyes never watched o'er its baking than thine. ”