Finally proof that this song isn't only a product of my imagination!

Pumpkins, pumpkins, pumpkins,
Pumpkins on parade.
On a frosty midnight,
They are not afraid.
Witches try to scare them,
All the whole night through,
But they keep wearing crooked smiles,
As jack-o-lanterns do.
Harvest moon is rising.
Lighting up the sky.
Mister Owl is counting,
pumpkins passing by.
Little ghost is dancing,
everywhere he goes.
If he doesn't,
Old Jack Frost,
will nip his little toes!

But that's all I remember...