CHARMS
I
FOR CORNS AND THINGS
Prune your corn in the gray of the morn
With a blade that’s shaved the dead,
And barefoot go and hide it so
The rain will rust it red:
Dip your foot in the dew and put
A print of it on the floor,
And stew the fat of a brindle cat,
And say this o’er and o’er:—