 |
 | This is the seed,
So yellow and round,
That little John Homer hid in the ground.
|
These are the leaves,
So graceful and tall,
That grew from the seed so yellow and small.
|
This is the stalk,
That came up between
The leaves so pretty and graceful and green.
|
These are the tassels,
So flowery, that crowned
The stalk, so smooth, so strong, and so round.
|
These are the husks,
With satin inlaid,
That grew 'neath the tassels that drooped and swayed.
|  |
This is the silk,
In shining threads spun:
A treasure it hides from the frost and the sun.
|
This is the treasure,—
Corn yellow as gold,—
That satin and silk so softly unfold.
|
This is the cake,
For Johnny to eat,
Made from the corn so yellow and sweet.
|
| |
| |
| |
| |
| |
| |
