• there lived merchant in the days of old, who was remembered for the things he sold, no silly trinkets,silver,bronze or gold, so im told, so im told. he made a most delicious pumpkin pie. which he presented to the passersby, before the sunset he'd be all out dry, folks would buy the whole supply. hey! he lived alone, and every night he sat upon his throne of pumpkin pie, i do not know his name, he never wanted all the fame that came with pumpkin pi-iii-ii-iii-iiiie. 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 give it up for three, no not he, no not he.hey! he lived alone, and every night he sat upon his throne of pumpkin pie, i do not know his name, he never wanted all the fame that came with pumpkin pi-iii-ii-iii-iiiie. the king was angry and became unwound, he called his men and soon the merchant found him-self in a torture chamber underground, tied and bound, he sighed and frowned, and so they tortured his for night and day, but as for the recipe, he would not say, they could not flay his pride away.hey! he lived alone, and every night he sat upon his throne of pumpkin pie, i do not know his name, he never wanted all the fame that came with pumpkin pi-iii-ii-iii-iiiie.