The Nine-Lived Corn
THE NINE-LIVED CORN
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The corn was killed in early May-
The flood had wasted it quite away
And later on it died again,
And rotted ‘neath the constant rain
Once more we tolled its final knell;
The seed had not been tested well
Yet later it began to sprout,
Then died The weeds had run it out
And later yet, still thin and pale,
It perished in a storm of hall
Then came a fierce and burning heat
It died that week of “füred” feet
And then the awful sinut arrived
And not a single stalk survived
And soon we watched it, in dismay,
Dry up and shrivel quite away
Then came the last and saddest death:
It wilted neath the frost king’s breath
Nihe times it dled; and yet that fall
We built new cribs to hold it all
Now tell me, Is there any cat
With lives enough to equal thatt
-George Fitch