Lemon Demon — Pumpkin Pie

There lived a merchant in the days of old Who is remembered for the things he sold No silly trinkets, silver, bronze, or gold So I'm told, so I'm told He made a most delicious pumpkin pie Which he presented to the passersby Before the sun set he'd be all but dry Folks would buy the whole supply He lived alone, (He lived alone.) And every night he sat upon a throne of pumpkin pie I do not know his name. (He'd never say his name.) He never wanted all the fame that came with pumpkin pie Before you knew it he was in full swing His pumpkin pies became the next big thing Soon he was called upon to feed the king And they'd sing, feed the king The pie of pumpkin filled the King with glee He offered a castle for the recipe, but The merchant wouldn't even give it up for three No not he, no not he He lived alone, (He lived alone.) And every night he sat upon a throne of pumpkin pie I do not know his name. (He'd never say his name.) He never wanted all the fame that came with pumpkin pie The king was angry and he came unwound He called his men and soon the merchant found Himself in a torture chamber underground Tied and bound, he sighed and frowned And so they tortured him for night and day They made him scream so much his hair turned gray, but As for the recipe, he would not say They could not flay his pride away He lived alone, (He lived alone.) And every night he sat upon a throne of pumpkin pie I do not know his name. (He'd never say his name.) He never wanted all the pain that came with pumpkin pie