Laid his own pumpkin on the floor;
There found the biggest ever seen,
Compared to which his own look’d mean.
Upon his head with might and main
He hoisted, it; and once again
He climbed the wall. Then found—worse luck!—
The pumpkin on his shoulders stuck.
In vain he wriggled, struggled, fought,
His head was in the pumpkin caught;
And from that day the thing stuck fast